| 1839 - 428 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,...weather'd, and the ocean cross'd,) Shoots into port at some well favour'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,... | |
| William Cowper - 1839 - 554 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...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean eross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
| Deidamia Covell Brown - 1839 - 414 str.
...preach from place to place, I'll trust alone in God's free grace. But no, what here we call our life ia such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, —...constrain, Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.," — Coif per. '<J. Farewell in bonds, and union dear; Like strings you twine about my heart; I humbly... | |
| Deidamia Covell Brown - 1839 - 420 str.
...alone in God's free grace. But no, what here we call out life is such, So little to be loved, and tbou so much,— That I should ill requite thee to constrain, Thy unbound spirit into bonds again."— Cnptr. 2. Farewell in bonds, and union dear; Like strings you twine about my heart; I humbly beg your... | |
| George Willson - 1840 - 298 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. LESSON LXV. i Exordium of a Speech on a Trial for Murder. — -WfcBtfTER. 1 AGAINST the prisoner at... | |
| Christian mourner - 1840 - 426 str.
...in the language of his exquisitely touching apostrophe to a beloved and sainted mother:— ' Oh no, what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much. That it would ill requite thee to constrain Thine unbound spirit into bonds again !' generous paramount... | |
| William Cowper - 1841 - 456 str.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perbaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean crosa'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
| Thomas Taylor - 1841 - 304 str.
...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,...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storm all weathered and the ocean crossed,) Shoots into port at some wcll-havened isle, Where spices... | |
| William Cowper - 1841 - 240 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 Kirkham - 1842 - 386 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...to constrain' Thy unbound spirit into bonds again'. Them', as a gallant bark from Albion's coast', (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed',) Shoots... | |
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