...myself the while, Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head and 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 so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.... But no.. ..what here we call...

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...myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish...— ! 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...

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...myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and 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 so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. But no !—What here we call our...

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...happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them,...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...