 | 1915 - عدد الصفحات: 1068
...laid. The fragrant waters on my cheek 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 fall." "All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother." But that "angel mother" has no rights. She... | |
 | 1923 - عدد الصفحات: 748
...plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheek 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 fall. . . . WILLIAM COWPER 49 THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER WHEN my mother died I was very young, And my father sold... | |
 | William Cowper - 2003 - عدد الصفحات: 124
...ere I left my home, 60 The biscuit, 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 roughen 'd by those cataracts and brakes That humour interpos'd too often makes; All this still legible... | |
 | Dinah Mulock Craik - 2005 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...62-65): "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 fall." out of dead wood, flourished a little, and dropped away. Then came ruin, not of hundreds, but thousands,... | |
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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... 
