 When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant...  An Anthology of Mother Verse - Strana 46autor/autoři: Elizabeth McCracken - 1917 - 194 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Cowper - 1798 - 370 str.
...them, would I -wifh them here? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is fuch, So little to be loved, and thou fo much, That I fherald ill requite thee to conftrain Thy unbound... | |
 | 1799 - 730 str.
...them, would I wifh them hei« ? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'd, perhaps I might. — But no— what here we call our life is fucb, So little to be loved, and thou fo much, That I mould ill requite thee to ccr.lf r..ia • ]... | |
 | William Cowper - 1800 - 364 str.
...would I wifli them here ? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'ii, perhaps I might.— But no — what here we call our life is fuch, So little to be lov'd, and thou fo much, That I mould ill requite thee to conftrain Thy unbound... | |
 | William Cowper - 1800 - 372 str.
...them, would I wifh them here ? I would not truft my heart— the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is fuch, -So little to be loved, and thou fo much, .f1 That I fhould ill requite thee to conftrain Thy... | |
 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 str.
...Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Wight one wish bring them, would 1 wish them here ? -M 4 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 lite is such, So little to be lov'd,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1802 - 364 str.
...them, would I wifh them here ? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defired, perhaps I might.— But no— what here we call our life is I'uch, So little to be loved, and thou fo much, That I fhould ill requite thee to conftrain Thy unbound... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 str.
...myself the while, Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head and smile) Could those few pleasant hours 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 desir'd, perhaps I might.... But no.. ..what here we call... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 362 str.
...them, would I wim them litre? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defir'd, perhaps I might.— But no — what here we call our life is fuch, So little to be lov'd, and thou fo much, „ That I mould ill requite thee to conflrain Thy unbound... | |
 | William Cowper - 1805 - 376 str.
...them, would I wifh them here ? I would not truft my heart — the dear delight Seems fo to be defired, perhaps I might, — • But no — what here we call our life is fuch, So little to be loved, and thou fo much, That I mould ill rcquiti thee to conftriin Thy unbound... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 226 str.
...myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish...— ! 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... | |
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