 | Literary gems - 1826 - 718 pages
...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,...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,... | |
 | 1826 - 440 pages
...them, would I wish them 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 loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 504 pages
...them, would I wish them 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 loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 pages
...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 lov'd,...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,... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1827 - 402 pages
...bring them, would I wish them 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1828 - 468 pages
...Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight j Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might — But no...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,... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 264 pages
...Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no...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,... | |
 | 1828 - 398 pages
...[here ? Alight one wish bring them, would 1 wish them I would not trust my heart— the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no—...unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant hark from Albion's coast ( The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 pages
...Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I 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, I So little to be lov'd and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pages
...them, would I wish them 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 loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
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Would'st 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 desir'd, perhaps I might. 
