 | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 778
...I might — But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, and thou so much, Albion 's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened... | |
 | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 776
...perhaps I might— But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, and thou so much, e beste. Strong was the wyn, and wel to drinke us leste". A semely bondi again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed)... | |
 | William Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson - 1911 - عدد الصفحات: 792
...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...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven' d isle, 90 Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the... | |
 | Norman Hepple - 1911 - عدد الصفحات: 306
...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...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 90 Where spices breathe... | |
 | 1911 - عدد الصفحات: 784
...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 weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
 | 1912 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...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...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,... | |
 | Percy Adams Hutchinson - 1912 - عدد الصفحات: 572
...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...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,... | |
 | Adolphus Alfred Jack - 1912 - عدد الصفحات: 296
...with instances of the poignantly simple. For example, compare this address to his mother's spirit : ' Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...cross'd), Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her... | |
 | William Henry Hudson - 1914 - عدد الصفحات: 362
...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...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,... | |
| |
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 bonds... 
