 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 страници
...desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our lite 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. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 страници
...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 300 страници
...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. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 226 страници
...'• 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... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 502 страници
...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...to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again, Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean cross'd) Shoots... | |
 | William Cowper - 1808 - 338 страници
...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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страници
...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 constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots... | |
 | Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 234 страници
...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.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 494 страници
...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 spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 384 страници
...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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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. But no — what... 
