 | Thomas Jonathan Wooler - 1819 - 114 страници
...other," THESE ARE THE THIEVES Who would plunder the TREASURES That lay iu the HOUSE That Jack built. " Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile ; Where Bits quiescent on. the floods that show Her... | |
 | William Cowper - 1819 - 306 страници
...might.— JJut no — what here we call our life is such, ''.' 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 \lbion 's eoast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots' into port at some well-haven'd... | |
 | William Cowper - 1869 - 306 страници
...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...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 Aikin - 1821 - 314 страници
...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...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her... | |
 | William Cowper - 1821 - 556 страници
...here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite lhee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again....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... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 310 страници
...T 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...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 470 страници
...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...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 446 страници
...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...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that shew Her... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 450 страници
...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...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean croas'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile.... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 страници
...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...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weatnerM and the ocean eross'd,} Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe and... | |
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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 bonds... 
