 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 страница
...pass'd 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 ; Voice...say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away I" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 226 страница
...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 ; Voice...say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away I The meek intelligence of those dear eyes ( Blest be the art that can immortalize, he art that baffles... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 300 страница
...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; Voice...they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears awsy!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 502 страница
...pass'd 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 ! Voice...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 on me still the... | |
 | William Cowper - 1808 - 338 страница
...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,...!" 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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страница
...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,...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.... | |
 | Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 234 страница
...thee last.) Those lips are thine—tliy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in chiMhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say,...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 on me still the... | |
 | Enos Bronson - 1809 - 458 страница
...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; Voice...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... | |
 | 1809 - 914 страница
...thine ; thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft, in childhood, solaced me ; Voice only fulls, else, how distinct they say, ' Grieve not my child,...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 on me still the... | |
 | 1809 - 594 страница
...last. Those lips are thine ; thy own sweet smiles I see, [me ; The same that oft, in childhood, solac'd Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, ' Grieve not my child, chase all thy fears I am, Sir, your's, &c. CASTIGATOR. The metk intelligence of those dear eye» (Blest be the art that... | |
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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! 
