 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. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The  The life of William Cowper - Página 2por Thomas Taylor (biographer.) - 1833Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Cowper - 1801 - 284 páginas
...be desirM, 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...Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices... | |
 | William Cowper - 1802 - 328 páginas
...be desir'd, 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,...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 páginas
...be desir'd, 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...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 300 páginas
...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,...again. Thou, as 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 226 páginas
...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,...again. Thou, as 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... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 498 páginas
...would not trust my heart—die 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,...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices... | |
 | William Cowper - 1808 - 338 páginas
...call oiir life is ! So little to be lov'd, and thou so much That I should ill requite thee to const Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albic (The storms all weather'd and the o< Shoots into port at some well-haven' Where spices breathe,... | |
 | 1862 - 628 páginas
...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,...to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. There is little of this blended elevation and tenderness in any literature, and words would hardly... | |
 | 1809 - 488 páginas
...be desir'd, 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...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices... | |
 | Priscilla Wakefield - 1809 - 234 páginas
...to be desir'd, 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...Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd,) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices... | |
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