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 again. The British Poets: Including Translations ... - Strana 196podľa British poets - 1822Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
| 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...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,... | |
| William Cowper - 1814 - Počet stránok 496
...thon so mnch, That I shonld ill reqnite thee to coustrain Thy nubonnd spirit into bonds again. Thon, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some wcll-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasous smile, There sits qniescent on the floods,... | |
| William Cowper - 1817 - Počet stránok 240
...so to he desired, perhaps I might. — But no -What here we call our life is such, So little to he loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unhound spirit into honds again. Thou, as a gallant hark from Alhion's coast (The storms all weathered... | |
| William Cowper - 1817 - Počet stránok 252
...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 - 1818 - Počet stránok 244
...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...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,... | |
| William Cowper - 1818 - Počet stránok 240
...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,...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,... | |
| William Cowper - 1818 - Počet stránok 448
...wish them here ? 1 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...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 - 1818 - Počet stránok 244
...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...loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thec to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast,... | |
| William Cowper - 1819 - Počet stránok 306
...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 ill requite thee to...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... | |
| Thomas Jonathan Wooler - 1819 - Počet stránok 114
...other," THESE ARE THE THIEVES Who would plunder the TREASURES That lay iu the HOUSE That Jack built. " Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile ; Where Bits quiescent on. the... | |
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