 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.  Walter Savage Landor: A Biography - Page 303by John Forster - 1869 - 693 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Walter Savage Landor - 1831 - 504 pages
...weep. II. 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...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. III. And thou too, Naiicy ! why should Heaven remove Each tender object... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...avails the sceptred race ? Ah, what the form divine ? What every virtue, every grace ? Rose Ayliner, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. DEATH OF THE DAY. MY pictures blacken in their frames As night comes on, And youthful maids and wrinkled... | |
 | Literature - 1892 - 890 pages
...— Ah, what avails the sceptred race ! Ah, what the form divine 1 What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. The effect of the resonant pathos of his melodious voice, together with... | |
 | 1874 - 804 pages
...race ! Ah, what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. liose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never See, A night of memories and of sighs 1 conseerate to thee. Pretty, very ; very delicate, very graceful, very sweet ; but upon the stainless... | |
 | Frederick Locker-Lampson - English poetry - 1867 - 410 pages
...CCCXVI. 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...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. CCCXVJI. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ringdove builds and murmurs there ; Close... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...What every virtue, every grace ' Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes 5 May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Walter Savage Landor. CCLII THE SPRING OF THE YEAR. Gone were but the winter cold, And gone were but... | |
 | English literature - 1869 - 622 pages
...what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, when these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee.' 'Mild is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray ;... | |
 | Josiah Gilbert Holland, Richard Watson Gilder - American literature - 1892 - 996 pages
...lustrous : Ah, what avails the sceptred race 1 Ah, what the form divine 1 What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. — Of memories and of sighs, yet not of pain, for such vigils have a rapture of their own. The perished... | |
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