 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
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 sider
...desired, perhaps I migh. — 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, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | 1839 - 428 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...weather'd, and the ocean cross'd,) Shoots into port at some well favour'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,... | |
 | Deidamia Covell Brown - 1839 - 414 sider
...trust alone in God's 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...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1839 - 554 sider
...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... | |
 | George Willson - 1840 - 298 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 - 1841 - 240 sider
...Might one wish bring them, would 1 wish them hero? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might — But no...(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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 456 sider
...desired, perbaps 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...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean crosa'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1842 - 386 sider
...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 again'. Them', as a gallant bark from Albion's coast', (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed',) Shoots... | |
 | John D. Post - 1842 - 314 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 restrain Thy unbounded spirits into bonds... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1843 - 316 sider
...desired, perhaps I might; But no—what here we call our life is such. So little to be loved, and tbou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storm all weathered and Die ocean crossed,) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices... | |
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