 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 σελίδες
...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 - 1803 - 310 σελίδες
...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...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... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 498 σελίδες
...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,...Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some weU-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 234 σελίδες
...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...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 σελίδες
...desir'd, perhaps 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...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 σελίδες
...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 - 1812 - 390 σελίδες
...to be desir'd, perhaps I might. But no—what here we call our life is guch, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to...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 - 1818 - 240 σελίδες
...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...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 - 1818 - 244 σελίδες
...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,...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 - 1818 - 448 σελίδες
...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,...to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thus, as a gallant hark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots... | |
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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 life is such. So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite... 
