 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 страници
...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...our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so muchj That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant... | |
 | 1826 - 440 страници
...and smile,) Could these few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here, I would not trust my heart, the dear delight...bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's const (The storm all weathered and the ocean crossed, Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 504 страници
...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...bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coa't (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle,... | |
 | Literary gems - 1826 - 718 страници
...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...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd), Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 242 страници
...smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here f 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,... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1827 - 402 страници
...and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 страници
...desired, 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...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | 1828 - 814 страници
...smile, _> Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight...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 and... | |
 | William Cowper - 1828 - 468 страници
...them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight j 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... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 264 страници
...them, would I wish them 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.... | |
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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 loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into... 
