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" 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. "
The Bibelot: A Reprint of Poetry and Prose for Book Lovers, Chosen in Part ... - Page 131
edited by - 1907
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The Oxford review; or, Literary censor, Volume 1

...curiosity respecting their author. A name in his first poem, and the following lines in his second, " Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine ! What, every virtue, every grace! For, Ay liner, all were thine," presented but a delusive clue to our critical sagacity. In the third,...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - American poetry - 1832 - 882 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 divine ? What every virtue, every grace ? Rose Ayliner, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep but never see, A night of memories...
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The Living Age ..., Volume 195

1892
...tones his own exquisite lines : — Ah, what avails the sceptred race ! Ah, what the form divine 1 What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all...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...
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 33

American literature - 1874
...ours will deal himself a like fatal blow, that we give the poem here. ROSE AYLMER. Ah, what av.iila the sceptred race ! Ah, what the form divine! What...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...
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Lyra elegantiarum, a collection of some of the best specimens of vers de ...

Frederick Locker- Lampson - 1867
...sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine ! " Thomas Moore. cccxv1. AH ! what avails the sceptred race, Ah ! what the...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Walter S. Landor. cccxvn. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ringdove builds and murmurs...
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A household book of English poetry, selected with notes by R.C. Trench

Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868
...universe defy To quench his immortality, Or shake his trust in God ! So Thomas Campbell. CCLI ROSE AYLMER. Ah! what avails the sceptred race, Ah ! what the form...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....
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Walter Savage Landor: A Biography, Volume 1

John Forster - 1869 - 1129 pages
...a very tender sentiment, went shortly afierwards to India and died suddenly while yet very young. " Ah, what avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form...Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful e>es May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee." The deep and...
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Walter Savage Landor: A Biography, Volume 2

John Forster - 1869 - 693 pages
...a very tender sentiment, went shortly afterwards to India and died suddenly while yet very young. " Ah, what avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace 1 Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep but never see, A night...
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Walter Savage Landor: A Biography, Volume 1

John Forster - 1869 - 1129 pages
...a very tender sentiment, went shortly afterwards to India and died suddenly while yet very young. " Ah, what avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Hose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night...
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The Edinburgh Review, Volume 130

English literature - 1869
...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 ;...
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