 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 страници
...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 immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim My mother... | |
 | William Cowper - 1837 - 436 страници
...pass'd With me hut 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...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 438 страници
...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 immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench... | |
 | William Cowper - 1837 - 534 страници
...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 immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 362 страници
...distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase 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 it,) here shines on me still the same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 448 страници
...thee last. Those lips are thine— thy own sweet smile I seej The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, • " Grieve not, my childj chase all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest.be the art that... | |
 | Edward Thompson - 1837 - 778 страници
...sabjoined the excited girl, after a pause, ' Nor do I apprehend that I am a solitary instance, Oh! ' Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it.' as Cowper says.' Here the feelings of the susceptible orphan were so... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 страници
...passed 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...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... | |
 | Rembrandt Peale - 1839 - 276 страници
...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...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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1839 - 302 страници
...pass'd With me but roughly since I saw thee last; Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice...say, " Grieve not my child ! chase all thy fears away !" My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd... | |
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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! 
