 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pages
...Might one wish bring them, would 1 wish them here ? I would not trust my heart— the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I 'might. — But...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,... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 pages
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — But 110 — what here we call our life is such, So little to be...much, That I should ill requite thee, to constrain Thy nnbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weatherM... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 328 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 - 1832 - 602 pages
...them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to he 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 thcc to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | 1832 - 406 pages
...would I wish them here t I would not trust my heart, — the dear dcligl. t 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 re< pni .• thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into buuds... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 354 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Taylor (biographer.) - 1833 - 426 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... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 512 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... | |
 | 1834 - 248 pages
...them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart, the dear delight Seems so to he 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. 
