 THAT those lips had language ! Life has 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 only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my...  The Poetical Melange - Страница 221828Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 404 страници
...PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK, THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN ANN BODHAM. O THAT those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thine own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood sftlac'd me ; Voice only fails, else... | |
 | 1809 - 448 страници
...lines, and leave your readers to judge : " Oh that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me hut 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 only fails, else, how distinct they... | |
 | William Cowper - 1812 - 390 страници
...thine—thine own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me; Voice only foils, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child,...meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the heart that can immortalize, -The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on... | |
 | William Cowper - 1814 - 496 страници
...those lips had langnage! Life has pass'd With me bnt ronghly since 1 heard thee last. Thovelips arc thine— thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears... | |
 | William Cowper - 1815 - 338 страници
...Picture 'eut Norfolk, the gift of my cousin Aim Sod/tarn. O THAT those lips bad language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those...sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears... | |
 | William Cowper - 1817 - 252 страници
...lips are thine — thy own sweet smiles I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice ouly fails, else, how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my...!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest he the art that can immortalize, The art that haffles time's tyraunic claim To quench it) here shines... | |
 | William Cowper - 1817 - 240 страници
...NORFOLK. THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN ANN BODHAM. Oil that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me hut 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 only fails, else, how distinct they... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 240 страници
...pass'd With me but ronsthly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thiric—thy own sweet smile 1 see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve net, my child, chase all thy fears away!' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes, (Blest be the art... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 244 страници
...OUT OF NORFOLK. THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN ANNE BOOIIAM. O THAT those lips had language ! Life has pass'it With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I sec, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 466 страници
...above The best things kept within it. LINES ON HIS MOTHER'S PICTURE. O THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard...sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears... | |
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