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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 Young Scholar's Guide: A Book for the Training of Youth - الصفحة 12
بواسطة Robert Demaus - 1860 - عدد الصفحات: 269
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Poems

William Cowper - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 448
...has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smiles I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me...away!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines...

The minor poems of William Cowper, المجلد 1

William Cowper - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 244
...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...away!' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes, (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it), here shines...

The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple, الجزء 1

William Cowper - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...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...

Poems, المجلد 2

William Cowper - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 306
...thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only Tails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child,...away!' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannick claim To quench it) here shines...

Specimens of the British Poets: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805

Thomas Campbell - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 466
...MOTHER'S PICTURE. O 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 solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears...

Poems of William Cowper, Esq: With a New Memoir

William Cowper - 1869 - عدد الصفحات: 306
...mv cotuin. Ann O THAT those lips had language ! Life luis pass'd 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 aolac'd me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fcar«...

Poems

William Cowper - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 508
...Cousin Aan Bod/tarn. O THAT those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but ronghly 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...

Poems Divine and Moral: Many of Them Now First Published

John Bowdler - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...MOTHER'S PICTURE. O THAT those lips had language ! Life has pass'd 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 solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears...

Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical ..., المجلد 9

John Aikin - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 314
...COUSIN ANN BOD1IAM. O THAT those lips had language! Life has pass'd 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 solac'd me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears...

The British Poets: Including Translations ...

British poets - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 310
...COUSIN ANNE BODHAM. O THAT those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet...fears away !' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Bless'd be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it!)...




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