 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 str.
...I would not trust my heart....the dear delight Seems so 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 constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 456 str.
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 | William Cowper - 1806 - 300 str.
...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...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 and... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 226 str.
...'• Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — ! But no — what here we call our life is such, J So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should...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 str.
...would not trust my h6art — 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...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1808 - 338 str.
...desir'd, perhaps I might.— But no — what here we call our life is such, ' ' So little to he lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain .' ' Thy unhound spirit into honds again. .'' '. ..i i- 4 Thou, as a gallant hark from Alhion's edaSf " (The... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 str.
...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...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,... | |
 | Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 234 str.
...here ! I would not trust my heart—the dear delight Seems so 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 constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 494 str.
...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...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 90 Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 384 str.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so 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, VOL. II. Y That I should ill requite tbee to constrain Thy unbound spirit... | |
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Wouldst 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 desired, perhaps I might. 
