Found in 3 poems.

The Corsair: A Tale[;] Canto the Second

  • 477Yet there is one--to whom my Memory clings,
  • 478Till to these eyes her own wild softness springs.

Written After a Walk Before Supper

  • 24When Madam Memory with a smile

To the Rev. W. J. Hort While Teaching a Young Lady Some Song-Tunes on his Flute

  • 5Till Memory each form shall bring
  • 6The loveliest of her shadowy throng;