 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...  A grammar of elocution - Page 204by John Millard (elocution master in the City of Lond. sch.) - 1882 - 216 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1801 - 280 pages
...desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our lite is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to...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 - English poetry - 1803 - 310 pages
...them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart....the dear delight Seems so 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 constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 300 pages
...smile-,) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? . I would not trust my heart— the dear delight Seems...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 and... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1806 - 226 pages
...smile) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight '•...— ! But no — what here we call our life is such, J So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound... | |
 | Robert Southey - English poetry - 1807 - 498 pages
...smile) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems....gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some weU-havened isle, Where spices breathe and... | |
 | Robert Southey - English poetry - 1807 - 502 pages
...hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my h6art — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I...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 breathe and... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1808 - 338 pages
...them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight' Seems so to he desir'd, perhaps I might.— But no — what here we call our life is such, ' ' So little to he lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain .' ' Thy unhound spirit into... | |
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 526 pages
...desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no— what here we call our life Js such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some weli-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,... | |
 | Priscilla Wakefield - Anecdotes - 1809 - 234 pages
...them, would I wish them here ! I would not trust my heart—the dear delight Seems so 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 constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 384 pages
...our life is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, VOL. II. Y That I should ill requite tbee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again....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,... | |
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