 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
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 страници
...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...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,... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 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...appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here1? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might —... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1845 - 682 страници
...with deep sympathy from Mackintosh) : — " Could one wish bring thee, would I wish thee here ? I dare not trust my heart, — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might : But, no ; what we here call our life is such, So little to be loved, and Mou so much, That 1 should ill requite thee... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1845 - 696 страници
...with deep sympathy from Mackintosh) : — " Could one wish bring thee, would I wish thee here ? I dare not trust my heart, — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might : But, no ; what we here call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That 1 should ill requite thee... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1845 - 686 страници
...trust my heart, — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might : But, no ; what we here call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That 1 should ill requite thee to restrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again." Who now remembers the man... | |
 | 1846 - 332 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...Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here f I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no —... | |
 | William Cowper - 1846 - 310 страници
...hours, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou was 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 I wtsh them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 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...call our life is such, So little to be loved, and them so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou,... | |
 | Garland - 1847 - 104 страници
...jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, And them 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,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1847 - 556 страници
...(And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smilel, Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them ntre? I would not trust my heart— the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perbaps ! might.— But... | |
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