 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 str.
...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 thee to constrain Thy unbound...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,... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 512 str.
...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 thee to constrain Thy unbound...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,... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 354 str.
...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 thee to constrain Thy unbound...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storm all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1833 - 312 str.
...coast, (The storms ail weathered, and the ocean crossed,) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show 20 Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her fanning... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 str.
...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 thee to constrain' Thy unbound...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',... | |
 | 1834 - 248 str.
...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 thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again." I thank our heavenly Father, who so greatly supports you. But I would tenderly hint that perhaps the... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 620 str.
...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 thee to constrain Thy unbound...gallant bark from 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... | |
 | 1835 - 440 str.
...little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound epirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storm all weathered and the ocean crossed, Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices... | |
 | William Cowper - 1836 - 710 str.
...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 thee to constrain Thy unbound...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 - 1835 - 406 str.
...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 thee to constrain Thy unbound...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,... | |
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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, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... 
