 | Charles Walker Connon - 1845 - 176 str.
...but merely stands connected with a participle or an adjective : thus, in these lines of Cowper, — " Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port," &c. The words storms and ocean, joined to the participles weathered and crossed, are neither the nominatives... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1845 - 686 str.
...trust my heart, — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might : But, no ; what we here call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That 1 should ill requite thee to restrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again." Who now remembers the man... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 476 str.
...delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no — what here we call our life is such, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.' " Ah, who could be unkind to a motherless one ?" " The lot of an orphan child is not always as sad... | |
 | 1846 - 332 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...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,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1846 - 310 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 - 1847 - 556 str.
...would not trust my heart— the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perbaps ! 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'dl, Shoots into port at some well haveu'd isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 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 them so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou,... | |
 | Garland - 1847 - 104 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... | |
 | Timothy Stone Pinneo - 1847 - 502 str.
...here ? 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...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,... | |
 | Robert Haven Schauffler - 1915 - 390 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...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. 
