 ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.  Calendar - Page 513by University of Calcutta - 1908Full view - About this book
 | Sidney Colvin - Authors, English - 1881 - 242 pages
...little elegy, " carved as it were in ivory or in gems," which in its later form became famous : — Ah, what avails the sceptred race ? Ah, what the form divine ? What, every virtue, every graco ? Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see,... | |
 | Sidney Colvin - English literature - 1882 - 434 pages
...grave; Her noble name she never changed, Nor was her nobler heart estranged. CCLXXIII.—ROSE AVLMER. Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. CCLXXIV.—TO js Many may yet recall the hours That saw thy lover's chosen flowers Nodding and dancing... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1882 - 984 pages
...grave, I pray you set One primrose or one violet. . . . Stay ... I can wait a little yet. ROSE AYLMER. AH, what avails the sceptred race? Ah, what the form...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. DEATH OF THE DAT. Mr pictures blacken in their frames As night comes on. And youthful maids and wrinkled... | |
 | Walter Savage Landor - English literature - 1882 - 546 pages
...grave ; Her noble name she never changed, Nor was her nobler heart estranged. CCLXXIIL— ROSE AYLMER. Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. CCLXXIV. — TO js Many may yet recall the hours That saw thy lover's chosen flowers Nodding and dancing... | |
 | Epes Sargent - American poetry - 1882 - 1002 pages
...Ah, what avails the sceptred race Î Ah, what the form divine Î What every virtue, every grace Î A U / aud of sighs I consecrate to thee. DEATH. Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into... | |
 | Mowbray Walter Morris - 1882 - 424 pages
...what avails the sceptered race ! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rosy Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. WS Landor. JENNY. JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she... | |
 | Autumn leaves - 1882 - 210 pages
...bound Fleet as the wind, but scarcely saw her there, Till on the goal she laid her fingers fair.' 9. ' Whom these wakeful eyes May weep but never see ; A...night of memories and of sighs, I consecrate to thee.' 10. ' That field with blood bedewed in vain, The desert of old Priam's pride.' EH 86. Two Diplomatists.... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1883 - 734 pages
...on, play on, for then (who knows?) Ye who play here may here repose. Ah ! what avails the sceptered race ! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue,...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. ON SOUTHEY'S DEATH. Friends, hear the words my wandering thoughts would... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 686 pages
...on, play on, for then (who knows?) Ye who play here may here repose. Ah ! what avails the sceptered race ! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue,...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs ON SOUTHEY'S DEATH. Friends, hear the words my wandering thoughts would say, And cast them into... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 562 pages
...for ' Rose Aylmer,' which has a charm I cannot explain. I lived uj>on it for v/eeks." ROSE AYLMER. Ah, what avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace ! Hose Aylmer, all were thine, lioso Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see ; A night... | |
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