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...but surely unjustly ; seeing that it possesses the power of calling forth such lines as these ; — " The meek intelligence of those dear eyes, Blest be the art that can immortalize ;" or of conveying to another the remembrance of a place, which past pleasures, or sanctified sorrows,...

...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,...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...

...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...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,...