 When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant...  The minor poems of William Cowper - Страница 15по William Cowper - 1818 - 108 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 страници
...tbou W.IRI happier llian myself the while, Wouldst softly apeak, and stroke my head, ami smile,) Gould those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish...trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — But 110 — what here we call our life is such, So little to be lov'd,... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 страници
...I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier, than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those...days again appear, ' Might one wish bring them, would 1 wish them here ? I would not trust my heart— the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 328 страници
...jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, M ight one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 страници
...I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile) Could those few...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 loved,... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 страници
...jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile),— Could those...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 here we call our... | |
 | 1832 - 406 страници
...myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and imile) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here t I would not trust my heart, — the dear dcligl. t Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no,... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1833 - 312 страници
...human existence. EXERCISE 103. • On the receipt of his Mother's Picture.—COWPER. Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,)— Could those...them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart—the dear delight 10 Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.— But, no—what here we call... | |
 | 1834 - 248 страници
...changed the place of his abode; and think, dear friends, how much for the better, and say, " Could thope few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring...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 loved, and... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 страници
...I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Wight one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 448 страници
...I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And th'm wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly .speak, and stroke my head, and smile,) Could those...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,... | |
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