 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 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 Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, I So little to be lov'd... | |
 | 1828 - 398 страници
...smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, [here ? Alight one wish bring them, would 1 wish them 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,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 328 страници
...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...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 - 1830 - 328 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...loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite theq to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bondl again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 страници
...ami smile,) Gould 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 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
...and smile) Could those few pleasant 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 'might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be lov'd,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 страници
...and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them flitting light From spray to spay, where'er he rests he shakes F 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
...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,...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered, and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, »t Where spices breathe,... | |
 | 1832 - 406 страници
...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, —...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 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...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,... | |
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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... 
