 | William Cowper - 2003 - 124 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 could ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.... | |
 | Conrad Brunström - 2004 - 220 str.
...poem — "On My Mother's Picture," the same image appears of the faithful Christian arrived at rest: Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, . . . So Thou, with sails how swift! hast reach'd the shore "Where tempests never beat nor billows... | |
 | Timothy Morton - 2006 - 304 str.
...mother, comparing the receipt of her picture and her death to the safe arrival of a ship in a spice port: Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile. (On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture out of Norfolk, 88-91) The slippage between the dead mother's... | |
 | Aaron Santesso - 2006 - 230 str.
...(92-93). He derives comfort from the idea, standard in consolatio, that her pain is over and recognizes he "should ill requite thee to constrain / Thy unbound spirit into bonds again" (86-87). Thomson follows a similar path, looking up at his mother's "immortal beauty" and realizing... | |
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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. 
