 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 pages
...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...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weatnerM and the ocean eross'd,} Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe and... | |
 | Author of the Buxton diamonds - English poetry - 1824 - 160 pages
...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 thon so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again." * "... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 450 pages
...would not trust my heart — the dear delightj 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, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | William Cowper - 1825 - 244 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 pages
...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 muchj That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 504 pages
...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...bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coa't (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle,... | |
 | Christian biography - 1826 - 440 pages
...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...bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's const (The storm all weathered and the ocean crossed, Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 242 pages
...would not 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, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1827 - 402 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | English poetry - 1828 - 814 pages
...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...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 and... | |
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Wouldst 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 desired, perhaps I might. 
