 | William Cowper - 1801 - Počet stránok 280
...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 - Počet stránok 310
...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 - Počet stránok 498
...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 - Počet stránok 234
...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 - Počet stránok 526
...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 - Počet stránok 494
...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 - Počet stránok 390
...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 - Počet stránok 240
...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 - Počet stránok 244
...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 - Počet stránok 448
...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... 
