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الكتب الكتب 11 - 20 من 173 فيThy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly....
" Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or... "
The Life and Posthumous Writings of William Cowper, Esqr - الصفحة 1
بواسطة William Hayley - 1803
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Poems by William Cowper ...

William Cowper - 1814 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...ere I left my home, The biscnit, or confectionary plnm ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd: All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy coustant flow of love, that knew no fall, '»!•''. ronghen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1815
...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...and breaks, That humour interpos'd too often makes ; Ail this still legible in mem'ry's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes...
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Poems,

William Cowper - 1817
...plum; Thy fragrant waters on my cheeks hestowed 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 fall, Ne'er ronghened hy those cataracts and hreaks, That humour interposed too often makes , All this still legihle...
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The minor poems of William Cowper

William Cowper - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 108
...bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum; The fragrant waters on my checks bestow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd;...roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest...
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The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple

William Cowper - 1818
...ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my checks beslow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd;...roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest...
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The minor poems of William Cowper

William Cowper - 1818
...bounties 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; All this, and more endearing still lhan all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks,...
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Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805

Thomas Campbell - 1819
...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:...interpos'd too often makes ; All this still legible in mem'ry's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours...
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The Imperial magazine; or, Compendium of religious, moral, & philosophical ...

1834
...and that gentle firmness of purpose which, while it attracts by love, impresses also with respect. All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no gall. Adds joy to duty — makes me glad to pay Such honours to trtee as my numbers may. This accomplished...
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Poems of William Cowper, Esq: With a New Memoir

William Cowper - 1869 - عدد الصفحات: 288
...bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum, The fragrant waters on mv cheeks bestow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd...interpos'd too often makes ; All this still legible in mem'ry's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1820
...ere I left my home, The biscnit, or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd...Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er ronghen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible...
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