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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... "
The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple - الصفحة 13
بواسطة William Cowper - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 108
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Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, المجلد 3

Robert Southey - 1807 - عدد الصفحات: 498
...same, that oft in childhood solaced me ! Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, ' Grieve not my child, chase all thy fears away !' The meek intelligence...that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannick claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,...

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William Cowper - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 338
...same, that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase 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 it) here shines...

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

Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 234
...The same that oft in chiMhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away ! The meek intelligence...the same. " Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, Oh, welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate,...

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1809 - عدد الصفحات: 914
...same that oft, in childhood, solaced me ; Voice only fulls, else, how distinct they say, ' Grieve not my child, chase all thy fears away.' The meek intelligence...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...

Specimens of the British poets, المجلد 2

British poets - 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 526
...same, that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how 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 immortaliae. The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same....

Select Reviews, and Spirit of the Foreign Magazines, المجلد 2

Enos Bronson - 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...same that oft, in childhood, solaced me; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, ' Grieve not my child, chase all thy fears away.' The meek intelligence of those clear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannick, claim To...

Poems [ed. by J. Newton]. Illustr. with engr. from the designs of ..., المجلد 2

William Cowper - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 494
...Mother* Picrare. IO?fI>ON,PX7HLISIIKD JUNB 1.181O . 8HARFR.PICCADn.IA: The meek intelligence of ihose dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize....claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same. 10 Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who bidd'st me honour...

Poems, المجلد 2

William Cowper - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 404
...that oft in childhood sftlac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, •' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away !" The 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...

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1809 - عدد الصفحات: 448
...same that oft, in childhood, solaced me ; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, 'Grieve not my child, chase all thy fears away." The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest he the art that can immortalize, The art that haffles time's tyrannick claim To quench it) here shines...

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William Cowper - 1814 - عدد الصفحات: 496
...same, that oft in childhood solac'd me; Voice only fails, else how 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 immortaliae, The art that baffles Time's tyraunic claim To qnench it) here shines on me still the same....




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