 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...  Poems - Side 444av William Cowper - 1820 - 480 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 sider
...Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Wight one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would...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,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1837 - 436 sider
...happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile.) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them,...little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. There sits quiescent on the floods,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1837 - 534 sider
...happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them...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,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 448 sider
...happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly .speak, and stroke my head, and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them,...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,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 438 sider
...happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them,...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,... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 sider
...happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them,...the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I migh. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1838 - 316 sider
...happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,)Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them,...here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. 15 Thou as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all... | |
 | William Cowper - 1839 - 554 sider
...happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them,...little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1839 - 316 sider
...happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,)Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them,...here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. 15 Thou as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all... | |
 | 1839 - 428 sider
...myself the while, Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile,) Could those few pleasant 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 might.— But, no—what here we call our... | |
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