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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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Century Readings for a Course in English Literature, Volume 1

John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young - 1910 - 1143 pages
...might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, 8s That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark_ from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port, at some...
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Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose

Alphonso Gerald Newcomer - 1910 - 756 pages
...be desired, perhaps I might— But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, ith vitaille at the beste. Strong was the wyn, and wel to drinke us leste". A semely bondi again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed)...
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The Vista of English Verse

1911 - 654 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 constrain Thy unbounded spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered...
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British Poems, from "Canterbury Tales" to "Recessional"

Percy Adams Hutchison - 1912 - 537 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 weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe,...
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Mother's Day: Its History, Origin, Celebration, Spirit, and Significance as ...

Robert Haven Schauffler - 1915 - 363 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...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...
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The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning: Ed., with Introduction ...

Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 918 pages
...desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, ades Suspen weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-bavened isle, 90 Where spices breathe,...
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English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson

Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 816 pages
...might. — But no — -what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, 85 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-haven'd isle, 90 Where spices breathe,...
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The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning

Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 918 pages
...desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, itse ns a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into...
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English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892)

John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 792 pages
...desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, gh life and 1 Goethe through death, of the Godlike...Strength and Freedom? Which God-inspired Doctrine art th weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, 90 Where spices breathe,...
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"Mother" in Verse and Prose: A Book of Remembrance

Robert Haven Schauffler - 1916 - 343 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...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...
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