| William Cowper - English poetry - 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 - English poetry - 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 - English poetry - 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 - English poetry - 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 - Anecdotes - 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 - English poetry - 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 - English poetry - 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 - English poetry - 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... | |
| William Cowper - English poetry - 1818 - 244 pages
...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 again....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... | |
| Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 466 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...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,... | |
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