 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - Страниц: 484
...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 :...that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's gigantic claim To quench it) here shines on me si ill the same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - Страниц: 110
...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 same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - Страниц: 464
...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 same ; Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - Страниц: 494
...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 same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,... | |
 | Richard Hiley - 1846 - Страниц: 144
...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 the same." An illustration of Apostrophe. Ex. 14. "... | |
 | Garland - 1847 - Страниц: 104
...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 same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - Страниц: 580
...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 same. Who bidst me honour with an artless... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1847 - Страниц: 362
...note-book ; this is an admirable way to fix a language in memory. CHAPTER XL CULTIVATION OF TASTE. " Blest be the art that can immortalize ; The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it." — COWPER. IN every country the useful arts must first occupy attention... | |
 | Timothy Stone Pinneo - 1847 - Страниц: 502
...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 same. My mother ! when I learned that thou... | |
 | William Cowper - 1849 - Страниц: 740
...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 same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,... | |
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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. 
