| William Cowper - 1801 - 280 str.
...Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears 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 on me still the... | |
| William Cowper - 1803 - 310 str.
...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 time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.... | |
| William Cowper - 1806 - 226 str.
...; 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 time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.... | |
| William Cowper - 1806 - 300 str.
...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 baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.... | |
| Robert Southey - 1807 - 498 str.
...! Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, ' Grieve not my child, chase all thy fears 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 on me still the... | |
| William Cowper - 1808 - 338 str.
...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 on me still the same. Faithful rememhrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who hidd'st me honour... | |
| 1809 - 914 str.
...; Voice only fulls, else, how distinct they say, ' Grieve not my child, chase all thy fears 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 on me still the... | |
| British poets - 1809 - 526 str.
...; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!" The meek 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 str.
...me ; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears 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 on me still the... | |
| William Cowper - 1814 - 496 str.
...Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away ! ' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortaliae, The art that baffles Time's tyraunic claim To qnench it) here shines on me still the same.... | |
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