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" Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated... "
Poems - الصفحة 264
بواسطة William Cowper - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 363
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The Young Lady's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the ...

Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...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 unbounded spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, The storms all weather'd,...

The Book of Gems: Pomfret to Bloomfield

Samuel Carter Hall - 1837
...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....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 smile,...

The Works of William Cowper, Esq., Comprising His Poems, Correspondence, and ...

William Cowper - 1837
...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 again. There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs...

The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading ...

Henry Marlen - 1838
...desired, perhaps I migh. — 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...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,...

Reading Book for the Use of Female Schools

1839 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...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...weather'd, and the ocean cross'd,) Shoots into port at some well favour'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,...

The Poetical Works of William Cowper

William Cowper - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...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...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean eross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,...

Memoir of the Late Rev. Lemuel Covell, Missionary to the Tuscarora Indians ...

Deidamia Covell Brown - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 226
...trust alone in God's free grace. But no, what here we call our life ia such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, — | That I should ill requite...constrain, Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.," — Coif per. '<J. Farewell in bonds, and union dear; Like strings you twine about my heart; I humbly...

Memoir of the Late Rev. Lemuel Covell, Missionary to the Tuscarora Indians ...

Deidamia Covell Brown - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 226
...alone in God's free grace. But no, what here we call out life is such, So little to be loved, and tbou so much,— That I should ill requite thee to constrain, Thy unbound spirit into bonds again."— Cnptr. 2. Farewell in bonds, and union dear; Like strings you twine about my heart; I humbly beg your...

The American Class-reader: Containing a Series of Lessons in Reading; with ...

George Willson - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 288
...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 again. LESSON LXV. i Exordium of a Speech on a Trial for Murder. — -WfcBtfTER. 1 AGAINST the prisoner at...

Poems, المجلد 2

William Cowper - 1841
...ngain appear, Might one wish bring them, would 1 wish them hero? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might...(The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd,) Shunts into port at some wcll-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There...




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