 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 str.
...desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, I So little to be lov'd and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 'VV here spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show... | |
 | 1828 - 398 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, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | William Cowper - 1828 - 468 str.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight j 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... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 264 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, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 328 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...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 328 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...loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite theq to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bondl again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 str.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — But 110 — 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 nnbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 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, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 str.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to he 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 thcc to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 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 loved,...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered, and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, »t Where spices breathe,... | |
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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. 
