 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 страници
...since I heard* thee last'. Those lips are thine' — thy own sweet smile I see', The same', that oil in childhood solaced me': Voice only fails', else', how distinct they say', "Grieve not', myb child', chase all thy fears away'i" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes', (Blest be the art... | |
 | William Cowper - 1839 - 554 страници
...pasa'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thme — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinet they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of those... | |
 | 1840 - 378 страници
...pass'd 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 (Bless'd be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench... | |
 | 1840 - 368 страници
...pass'd 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...Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!" The mock intelligence of those dear eyes (Bless'd be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 240 страници
...are thine — thy own sweet smiie I see, The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me ', Voice ciily fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my...all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes, (Bless'd bo the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannick claim To... | |
 | Seven ages - 1842 - 154 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... | |
 | John D. Post - 1842 - 314 страници
...last Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smiles I see The same that oft in childhood solaced mee Voice only fails else how distinct they say " Grieve...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 Kirkham - 1842 - 386 страници
...since I heard" thee last'. Those lips are thine' — thy own sweet smile I see', The same', that oil in childhood solaced me': Voice only fails', else',...how distinct they say', " Grieve not', my' child', chuse all thy fears away'1" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes', (Blest be the art that can immortalize';... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 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...Time's gigantic claim To quench it) here shines on me si ill the same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 страници
...pass'd 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... | |
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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! 
