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" 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 meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's... "
Études littéraires ou cours complet de littérature anglaise - Page 115
by Georges Hardinge Champion - 1849
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May you like it, by a country curate [C.B. Tayler].

Charles Benjamin Tayler - 1822 - 296 pages
...joy, she was soon encircled by the arms of her smiling husband. A SKETCH, BY SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS. " Thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in childhood solac'd me, The meek intelligence of those dear eyes." Cowper, to his Mother's Picture. A SKETCH, BY...
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The Poetical Works of John Milton ...

John Milton - 1824 - 510 pages
...roughly since I beard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oil in childhood solaced 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 (Bless'd be the art that can immortalize,...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1824 - 446 pages
...of Norfolh; the gift of my Cousin Ann Bodham. O THAT those lipa had language ! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine— thy own sweet smile I *ee, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they...
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The poems of William Cowper, with notes from his own correspondence

William Cowper - 1824 - 450 pages
...NORFOLK ; The Gift of my Coutin, Ann 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 smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solac'd me : Voice only fails, else how distinct they...
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Historical and Literary Tour of a Foreigner in England and Scotland, Volume 2

Amédée Pichot - England - 1825 - 510 pages
...piety, and of the recollections of infancy. " Oh that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips...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,...
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The British anthology; or, Poetical library, Volumes 7-8

British anthology - 1825 - 464 pages
...OF NORFOLK. THE GIFT OF MY 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 smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me i Voice only fails, else how distinct they say,...
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Cowper's Minor Poems

William Cowper - 1825 - 244 pages
...NORFOLK. THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN ANNE BODIIAM. 0 THAT those lips hail 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 solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say,...
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Poems. With an introductory essay by J. Montgomery

William Cowper - 1826 - 504 pages
...OF NORFOLK. THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN, ANN BODHAM. 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 solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they...
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Literary gems [ed. by J.S.].

Literary gems - 1826 - 718 pages
...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 away !" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize,...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1826 - 242 pages
...hue last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oil in childhood solac'd 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, (Blesg'd be the art that can immortalize,...
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