 | William Cowper - 1837 - 420 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 weather 'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven 'd isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 406 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 weather "d and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 336 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...much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbounded spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, The storms all weather'd,... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 362 str.
...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...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, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1837 - 436 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...to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 448 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 438 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 - 1837 - 534 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... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 str.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I migh. — 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,... | |
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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. 
