 | 1832 - 406 sider
...would not trust my heart, — the dear dcligl. t 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 re< pni .• thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into buuds again 854 THE PENNY MAGAZINE. 25S Thou,... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 512 sider
...? I 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,... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 354 sider
...here? I 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...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storm all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1833 - 312 sider
...not trust my heart—the dear delight 10 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 thoe to constrain Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 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...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',... | |
 | 1834 - 248 sider
...here ? I would not trust my heart, the dear delight Seems so to he 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." I thank our heavenly Father, who so greatly supports you. But I would tenderly hint that perhaps the... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1835 - 328 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...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,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 620 sider
...I 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...gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weather' d and the ocean eross'd,) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe... | |
 | 1835 - 440 sider
...here, I 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...I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound epirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storm all weathered and the... | |
 | William Cowper - 1836 - 710 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...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. 
