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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 United States Reader: Containing a Variety of Exercises in Reading ... - Page 122
by John D. Post - 1842 - 304 pages
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Poems,

William Cowper - 1798
..." 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, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1800
..." 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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Poems, Volume 1

William Cowper - 1800
..." 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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Beauties of Cowper: To which are Prefixed, a Life of the Author and ...

William Cowper - English poetry - 1801 - 231 pages
...last. 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

William Cowper - 1802 - 428 pages
..." 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, Volume 1

William Cowper - English poetry - 1803 - 363 pages
...last. 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, Volume 1

William Cowper - 1803 - 348 pages
...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, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1805
...," 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, Volume 3

William Cowper - English poetry - 1806
...last. 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, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1806
...last. 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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