...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 bonds again. And now, farewell ! Time unrevoked has run His wonted course, yet what I wished is done : By contemplation's...

...might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, 85 east, If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, 15...noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy Willi weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, 90 Where spices breathe,...

...pricked them into paper with a pin, would I wish them here? No. What here we call our life is such, that I should ill requite thee to constrain thy unbound spirit into bonds again. And now, farewell! What I wished is done. By contemplation's help I seem to have lived my childhood...

...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...to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. <. So much for Cowper's normal side. But his abnormal also finds expression in literature. Incidentally,...

...But no— what here we call our life is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That I could ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 90 Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her...

...(92-93). He derives comfort from the idea, standard in consolatio, that her pain is over and recognizes he "should ill requite thee to constrain / Thy unbound spirit into bonds again" (86-87). Thomson follows a similar path, looking up at his mother's "immortal beauty" and realizing...