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" Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid... "
The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple - الصفحة 15
بواسطة William Cowper - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 216
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Beauties of Cowper: To which are Prefixed, a Life of the Author and ...

William Cowper - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd, By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd...roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks That humour interpos'd too often makes ; All this still legible in mem'ry's page, And still to be so, to my latest...

The Life and Posthumous Writings of William Cowper, Esqr: With an ..., المجلد 1

William Hayley - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 450
...ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plumb ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestovfd By thy own hand, 'till fresh they shone and glow'd....roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interpos'd too often makes, All this-, still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest...

Poems, المجلد 1

William Cowper - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 310
...ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd, By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd...roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks That humour interpos'd too often makes ; All this still legible in mem'ry's page, And still to be so, to my latest...

The Life and Posthumous Writings of William Cowper, Esqr: With an ..., المجلد 1

William Hayley - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 454
...ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plumb ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, 'till fresh they shone and glow'd*...this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant jlow of love, that knew no fall ; Ne'er roughen' d by those cataracls and breaks, That humour interpos'd...

The Life, and Posthumous Writings, of William Cowper, Esqr, المجلد 1

William Hayley - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 230
...ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plumb ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd....fall ; Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, Thut humour interpos'd too often makes. All this, still legible in memory's page, And still to be so...

The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley ..., المجلد 1

William Cowper - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 394
...bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, 'till fresh they shone and glow'd...roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interpos'd, too often makes. All this, still legible, in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest...

Poems, المجلد 2

William Cowper - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 300
...plum; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed : All this, and more endearing. still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fa-Il, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this...

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

Robert Southey - 1807 - عدد الصفحات: 498
...ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd...makes ; / All this still legible in memory's page, Arid still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as...

The Balance, and Columbian Repository, المجلد 3

1804 - عدد الصفحات: 450
...hand, til! fresh they shone and glow'J. All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy consi ant flow of love, that knew no fall; Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humor interpos'd too ofien makes. All this, still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my...

Poems, المجلد 2

William Cowper - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 338
...ere I left my home, The hiscuit, or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks hestow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd...Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er rougheu'd hy those cataracts and hreaks, That humour interpos'd too often makes ; All this still legihle...




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