 | William Cowper - 1798 - 370 pàgines
...them, would I -wifh them here? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is fuch, So little to be loved, and thou fo much, That I fherald ill requite thee to conftrain Thy unbound... | |
 | 1799 - 730 pàgines
...them, would I wifh them hei« ? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'd, perhaps I might. — But no— what here we call our life is fucb, So little to be loved, and thou fo much, That I mould ill requite thee to ccr.lf r..ia • ]... | |
 | William Cowper - 1800 - 372 pàgines
...them, would I wifh them here ? I would not truft my heart— the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is fuch, -So little to be loved, and thou fo much, .f1 That I fhould ill requite thee to conftrain Thy... | |
 | William Cowper - 1800 - 364 pàgines
...would I wifli them here ? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'ii, perhaps I might.— But no — what here we call our life is fuch, So little to be lov'd, and thou fo much, That I mould ill requite thee to conftrain Thy unbound... | |
 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 pàgines
...desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our lite is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to...gallant bark from 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1802 - 364 pàgines
...them, would I wifh them here ? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defired, perhaps I might.— But no— what here we call our life is I'uch, So little to be loved, and thou fo much, That I fhould ill requite thee to conftrain Thy unbound... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 pàgines
...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 362 pàgines
...them, would I wim them litre? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'd, perhaps I might.— But no — what here we call our life is fuch, So little to be lov'd, and thou fo much, „ That I mould ill requite thee to conflrain Thy unbound... | |
 | William Cowper - 1805 - 376 pàgines
...them, would I wifh them here ? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defired, perhaps I might, — • But no — what here we call our life is fuch, So little to be loved, and thou fo much, That I mould ill rcquiti thee to conftriin Thy unbound... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 300 pàgines
...hours 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 desired, perhaps I...Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile,... | |
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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... 
