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" Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. "
English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ... - Side 44
af English poetry - 1844
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Poems, Bind 1

William Cowper - 1803 - 363 sider
...I would not trust my heart....the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.... But no.. ..what here we call our life is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds...
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Poems, Bind 2

William Cowper - 1806
...would not trust my heart— the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.— But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Bind 3

William Cowper - 1806
...'• Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — ! But no — what here we call our life is such, J So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should...to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. 142 ON THE RECEIPT OF, Sec. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and...
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Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Bind 3

Robert Southey - 1807
...would not trust my h6art — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and...
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Poems, Bind 2

William Cowper - 1808
...desir'd, perhaps I might.— But no — what here we call our life is such, ' ' So little to he lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain .' ' Thy unhound spirit into honds again. .'' '. ..i i- 4 Thou, as a gallant hark from Alhion's edaSf " (The...
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Specimens of the British poets, Bind 2

British poets - 1809
...desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no— what here we call our life Js such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some weli-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,...
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Variety, Or, Selections and Essays: Consisting of Anecdotes, Curious Facts ...

Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 207 sider
...here ! I would not trust my heart—the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. But no !—What here we call our life is such, So little to be lov'd and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again....
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Poems [ed. by J. Newton]. Illustr. with engr. from the designs of R ..., Bind 2

William Cowper - 1810
...might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, 4 That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 90 Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show,...
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Poems, Bind 2

William Cowper - 1810
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, VOL. II. Y That I should ill requite tbee to constrain Thy unbound spirit...
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Poems by William Cowper ...

William Cowper - 1814 - 480 sider
...thon so mnch, That I shonld ill reqnite thee to coustrain Thy nubonnd spirit into bonds again. Thon, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some wcll-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasous smile, There sits qniescent on the floods,...
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