 | William Cowper - 1826 - 242 pages
...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,...gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weathcr'd and the ocean cross'd,) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | 1826 - 440 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...bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's const (The storm all weathered and the ocean crossed, Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 504 pages
...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...bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coa't (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle,... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1827 - 402 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 pages
...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...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 'VV here spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show... | |
 | 1828 - 814 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, Where spices breathe and... | |
 | 1828 - 398 pages
...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,...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 328 pages
...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...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 - 1830 - 328 pages
...loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite theq to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bondl again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast...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,... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 pages
...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 lov'd, and thou so 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... | |
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Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated... 
