 | Norman Hepple - English poetry - 1911 - 306 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1912 - 572 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...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,... | |
 | Percy Adams Hutchinson - English poetry - 1912 - 572 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... | |
 | Poetry - 1912 - 440 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 Henry Hudson - 1914 - 362 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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 952 pages
...desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, itse ns a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into... | |
 | Robert Haven Schauffler - Mother's Day - 1915 - 390 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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 956 pages
...them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, orm, (the noble work of chance;) Or this great all was from eternity; ю~ Not ev'n loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 858 pages
...them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, y maze! but not without a plan; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot; O loved, and thou so much, 85 That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - English literature - 1916 - 806 pages
...desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, gh life and 1 Goethe through death, of the Godlike...Strength and Freedom? Which God-inspired Doctrine art th weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, 90 Where spices breathe,... | |
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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. 
