 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 pages
...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 constrain Thy unbound...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile,. There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 pages
...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...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent o the floods that show Her beauteous... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 456 pages
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 | William Cowper - 1806 - 226 pages
...might. — ! But no — what here we call our life is such, J So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. 142 ON THE RECEIPT OF, Sec. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 502 pages
...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...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and... | |
 | Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 234 pages
...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...cross'd,) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 pages
...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 constrain Thy unbound...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some weli-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1814 - 496 pages
...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 - 1818 - 240 pages
...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...cross'd). Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her... | |
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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... 
