 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 str.
...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 str.
...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 - 226 str.
...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 str.
...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 str.
...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 str.
...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 str.
...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 str.
...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 - 1818 - 244 str.
...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 - 1819 - 466 str.
...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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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... 
