 | William Cowper - 1817 - 240 sider
...so to he desired, perhaps I might. — But no -What here we call our life is such, So little to he loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unhound spirit into honds again. Thou, as a gallant hark from Alhion's coast (The storms all weathered... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 448 sider
...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...to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thus, as a gallant hark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 244 sider
...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...loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thec to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast,... | |
 | Thomas Jonathan Wooler - 1819 - 114 sider
...other," THESE ARE THE THIEVES Who would plunder the TREASURES That lay iu the HOUSE That Jack built. " Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile ; Where Bits quiescent on. the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs... | |
 | William Cowper - 1819 - 306 sider
...desir'd, perhaps I might.— JJut no — what here we call our life is such, ''.' little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to...spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from \lbion 's eoast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots' into port at some well-haven'd... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 466 sider
...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1820 - 508 sider
...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 loved, and thou so much, That I should ill reqnite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, na a gallant bark from Albion's... | |
 | William Cowper - 1869 - 306 sider
...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1821 - 556 sider
...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...loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite lhee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 310 sider
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps T might. — But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,... | |
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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. 
