 | Author of the Buxton diamonds - 1824 - 160 pages
...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1825 - 244 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 pages
...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... | |
 | Literary gems - 1826 - 718 pages
...perhaps I might.— But no—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 unbound...cross'd), Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 242 pages
...I might — But no — 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 unbound...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,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 504 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | 1826 - 440 pages
...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...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... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 pages
...I might.— . But no—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 unbound...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1827 - 402 pages
...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...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 - 1828 - 468 pages
...I might — But no — 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 unbound...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her... | |
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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... 
