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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... "
Poems - Page 264
by William Cowper - 1803 - 348 pages
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Poems of William Cowper, Esq: With a New Memoir

William Cowper - 1869 - 288 pages
...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...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,...
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Poems, Volume 1

William Cowper - 1821
...here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite lhee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again....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...
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The British Poets: Including Translations ...

British poets - 1822
...desired, perhaps T 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,...
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The poems of William Cowper, with notes from his own correspondence

William Cowper - 1824
...Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart the dear delightj Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might But no...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean croas'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile....
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The Poetical Works of John Milton ...

John Milton - 1824 - 131 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...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weatnerM and the ocean eross'd,} Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe and...
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Conversations on Poetry:: Intended for the Amusement and Instruction of Children

Author of the Buxton diamonds - 1824 - 144 pages
...perhaps I might. But, no what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thon so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again." * " You see, papa, that I understand all this," said Clara, after having given a concise explanation...
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Cowper's minor poems

William Cowper - 1825
...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,...
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The British anthology; or, Poetical library, Volumes 7-8

British anthology - 1825
...might. But no what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so muchj That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean croi's'd) , c Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1826
...again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here f I would not trust my heart the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might...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,...
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Poems. With an introductory essay by J. Montgomery

William Cowper - 1826
...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,...
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