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" With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away! "
A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language ... - Страница 434
1863 - 536 страници
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Poems, Том 1

William Cowper - 1803
...pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine.. ..thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice...say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away I" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles...

The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Том 3

William Cowper - 1806
...passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smiles I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice...say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away I The meek intelligence of those dear eyes ( Blest be the art that can immortalize, he art that baffles...

Poems, Том 2

William Cowper - 1806
...passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine— thy own sweet smiles I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice...they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears awsy!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that...

Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 3

Robert Southey - 1807 - 482 страници
...pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smiles I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ! Voice...all thy fears away !' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannick claim To quench...

Poems, Том 2

William Cowper - 1808
...thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say,...all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest he the art that can immortalize, The art that haffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench...

Select Reviews of Literature, and Spirit of Foreign Magazines, Том 2

Enos Bronson - 1809
...passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine ; thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft, in childhood, solaced me; Voice...that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannick, claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same." Let sir E. Brydges, KJ confine himself...

Variety: Or, Selections and Essays, Consisting of Anecdotes, Curious Facts ...

Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 207 страници
...thee last.) Those lips are thine—tliy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in chiMhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say,...all thy fears away ! The meek intelligence of those dear eyes, (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim, To quench...

Specimens of the British poets

British poets - 1809
...thee last. Those lips are thine— thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say,...all thy fears away!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortaliae. The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench...

Select Reviews, Томове 1–2

1809
...thine ; thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft, in childhood, solaced me ; Voice only fulls, else, how distinct they say, ' Grieve not my child,...all thy fears away.' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannick claim To quench...

The Universal Magazine, Том 11

1809
...last. Those lips are thine ; thy own sweet smiles I see, [me ; The same that oft, in childhood, solac'd Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, ' Grieve not my child, chase all thy fears I am, Sir, your's, &c. CASTIGATOR. The metk intelligence of those dear eye» (Blest be the art that...




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