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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 Poetical Works of William Cowper - Strana 31
autor/autoři: William Cowper - 1850
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Poems, Svazek 1

William Cowper - 1798 - 370 str.
..." Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here fhines on me ftill the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh welcome gueft, though unexpected,...
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Poems, Svazek 1

William Cowper - 1800 - 372 str.
..." Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away!" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here mines on me ftjll the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh welcome gueft, though unexpected,...
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Poems, Svazek 2

William Cowper - 1800 - 364 str.
..." Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here mines on me ftill the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh weleome gueft, though unexpected,...
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Beauties of Cowper: To which are Prefixed, a Life of the Author and ...

William Cowper - 1801 - 280 str.
...Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, " Grieve...that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannick claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,...
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Poems, Svazek 1

William Cowper - 1802 - 364 str.
..." Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here fhines on me ftill the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh weleome gueft, though unexpefted...
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Poems, Svazek 1

William Cowper - 1803 - 310 str.
...Those lips are thine.. ..thy own sweet smiles 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 I" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles...
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Poems, Svazek 1

William Cowper - 1803 - 362 str.
...Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away '." The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes ( Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic clainr-v To quench it) here fhines on me fKll the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh welcome...
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Poems, Svazek 2

William Cowper - 1805 - 376 str.
...," Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here fhines on me ftil) the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Ph weleome gueft, though unexpected...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Svazek 3

William Cowper - 1806 - 226 str.
...Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smiles 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 I The meek intelligence of those dear eyes ( Blest be the art that can immortalize, he art that baffles...
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Poems, Svazek 2

William Cowper - 1806 - 300 str.
...Those lips are thine— thy own sweet smiles 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 awsy!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that...
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