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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! "
Poems - Page 248
by William Cowper - 1819
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Volume 3

William Cowper - 1806 - 226 pages
...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 - 300 pages
...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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Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Volume 3

Robert Southey - 1807 - 498 pages
...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,...so dear, 0 welcome guest', though unexpected here J Who bid'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1808 - 338 pages
...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,...!" 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...
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Select Reviews, Volumes 1-2

1809 - 914 pages
...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,...claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same." Let sir E. Brydges, KJ confine himself to copying the titles of old books, and giving abstracts of...
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Variety, Or, Selections and Essays: Consisting of Anecdotes, Curious Facts ...

Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 234 pages
...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, Grieve not, my child,...that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim, To quench it) here shines on me still the same. " Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,...
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Specimens of the British poets, Volume 2

British poets - 1809 - 526 pages
...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,...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....
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Select Reviews, and Spirit of the Foreign Magazines, Volume 2

Enos Bronson - 1809 - 458 pages
...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,...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...
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The Universal Magazine, Volume 11

1809 - 594 pages
...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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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1810 - 384 pages
...thine — thine 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,...meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the heart that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on...
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