 Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, 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.  The Poems of William Cowper - Side 400av William Cowper - 1828 - 427 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 328 sider
...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...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 - 1830 - 328 sider
...them, would I wish them here ? 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 sider
...them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to he 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 thcc to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 sider
...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...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 sider
...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, — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill re< pni .• thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into buuds... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 354 sider
...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...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storm all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 512 sider
...them, would I wish them here ? 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... | |
 | Thomas Taylor (biographer.) - 1833 - 426 sider
...them, would I wish them here ? 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... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 sider
...them', would I wish them here'? 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... | |
 | 1834 - 248 sider
...them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart, the dear delight Seems so to he 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... | |
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