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 264بواسطة William Cowper - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 363عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
| William Cowper - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 466
...here; I would not trust my heart— the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — Hi i no — what here we call our life is such, So little...much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy uubound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd,... | |
| William Cowper - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 600
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| 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 560
...perhaps I might. — COWPER. 373 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,... | |
| William Cowper - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 806
...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,...Albion's coast, (The storms all weather'd and the ocean crosa'd,) Shoots into port at some weil-lmven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
| Mary (aunt, pseud.) - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 104
...them, would I wish them here ? 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...to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. But while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of the'e, Time has but... | |
| William Cowper, Robert Southey - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 482
...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...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 breathe,... | |
| William Cowper - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 488
...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...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast 88 (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd), Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle Where... | |
| William Cowper, Henry Stebbing - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 850
...might, — But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, and thou so much, That 1 should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms_;tll weather d and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices... | |
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 796
...perhaps I might. — But no — what here we cnll our life is such, So little to be loved, and thon so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain...unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bnrk from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some... | |
| 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 298
...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...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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