 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 pàgines
...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 constrain Thy unbound...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 - 1803 - 310 pàgines
...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...a 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 - 1806 - 300 pàgines
...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...crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 226 pàgines
...might. — ! But no — what here we call our life is such, J So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. 142 ON THE RECEIPT OF, Sec. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 502 pàgines
...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 weathered and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 234 pàgines
...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...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,... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 pàgines
...I might. — But no— what here we call our life Js such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some weli-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 494 pàgines
...might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, 4 That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound...a 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, 90 Where spices breathe,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 384 pàgines
...our life is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, VOL. II. Y That I should ill requite tbee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again....a 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,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1817 - 240 pàgines
...requite thee to constrain Thy unhound spirit into honds again. Thou, as a gallant hark from Alhion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices hreathe and hrighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her... | |
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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... 
