...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,...

...those who knew thee, spare thy sacred sleep, Those who have never known thee, those may weep. II. Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine ! " Thomas Moore. CCCXVI. AH ! what avails the sceptred race, Ah ! what the form...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...

...Thackeray. It was Rose Aylmer's early death which inspired Walter Savage Landor's beautiful lines : — Ah ! what avails the sceptred race ? Ah ! what the form...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Rose Aylmer went to India to her aunt, Lady Russell, wife of Sir Henry Russell, one of the judges of...

...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....

...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 divine...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...

...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...