 | William Cowper - 1810 - 384 pages
...our life is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, VOL. II. Y That I should ill requite tbee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again....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 brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1812 - 390 pages
...dear delight Seems so 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...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 brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1817 - 252 pages
...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 he loved, and thon so mnch, MY MoTHER'S PICTURE. 199 That I should ill requite thee to constrain i'in... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1818 - 240 pages
...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...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 brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 448 pages
...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. Thus, as a gallant hark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1818 - 244 pages
...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 - English poetry - 1818 - 244 pages
...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 thec to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 466 pages
...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.— But no—...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 - English poetry - 1819 - 306 pages
...delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.— JJut no — what here we call our life is such, ''.' little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I should...spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from \lbion 's eoast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots' into port at some well-haven'd... | |
 | William Cowper - 1869 - 306 pages
...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 — But no...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 brighter seasons smile,... | |
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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. 
