 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 pages
...might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and them so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1847 - 556 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...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather d and the ocean cross'dl, Shoots into port at some well haveu'd isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | Timothy Stone Pinneo - 1847 - 502 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...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,... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 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...a gallant bark from Albion's coast, The storms all weathered, and the ooean crossed Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1835 - 320 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 spirit into bonds again. 15 Thou as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weathered, and the ocean crossed,) Shoots... | |
 | William Cowper - 1850 - 476 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...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 - 1850 - 516 pages
...and smile) But no — what here \ve call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (That storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 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 spirit into bonds again. There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated... | |
 | William Cowper - 1851 - 624 pages
...I might — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou uo much, ra»t burns to subjugate The free republic of the...athletic frame, Or, more provoking still, of nobler n weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | 1910 - 524 pages
...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...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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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... 
