 | William Cowper - 1839 - 554 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...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean eross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1839 - 316 страници
...coast, (The storms all weathered, and the ocean crossed,) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show 20 Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her fanning... | |
 | Deidamia Covell Brown - 1839 - 414 страници
...free grace. But no, what here we call our life ia such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, — | That I should ill requite thee to constrain, Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.," — Coif per. '<J. Farewell in bonds, and union dear; Like strings you twine about my heart; I humbly... | |
 | George Willson - 1840 - 298 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 spirit into bonds again. LESSON LXV. i Exordium of a Speech on a Trial for Murder. — -WfcBtfTER. 1 AGAINST the prisoner at... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 240 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...(The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd,) Shunts into port at some wcll-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1842 - 386 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 spirit into bonds again'. Them', as a gallant bark from Albion's coast', (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed',) Shoots... | |
 | 1843 - 548 страници
...I might ; But no— what here we call our life, is Mich . So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again." AMR " IS IT RIGHT TO TEACH OUR CHILDREN TO PRAY?" To some it may seem slrange that such a question... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 страници
...perhaps I might. But nc5 — 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 show Her... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 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...Albion's coast, (The storms all weather'd and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страници
...perhaps I might. But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, upted evening, know. No rattling wheels stop short...proficient in the art Of sounding an alarm assaults weathered and the ocean crossed), Shoota 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 bonds... 
