| Alphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews - 1910 - 778 pages
...I might — But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, and thou so much, Albion 's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened... | |
| Alphonso Gerald Newcomer - 1910 - 776 pages
...perhaps I might— But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, and thou so much, e 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)... | |
| William Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson - 1911 - 792 pages
...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...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven' d isle, 90 Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the... | |
| Norman Hepple - 1911 - 306 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 weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 90 Where spices breathe... | |
| 1911 - 784 pages
...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 and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
| 1912 - 440 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...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,... | |
| Percy Adams Hutchinson - 1912 - 572 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,... | |
| Adolphus Alfred Jack - 1912 - 296 pages
...with instances of the poignantly simple. For example, compare this address to his mother's spirit : ' Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...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 Henry Hudson - 1914 - 362 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 weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
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