...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 and...

...but merely stands connected with a participle or an adjective : thus, in these lines of Cowper, — " Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port," &c. The words storms and ocean, joined to the participles weathered and crossed, are neither the nominatives...

...delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no — what here we call our life is such, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.' " Ah, who could be unkind to a motherless one ?" " The lot of an orphan child is not always as sad...

...again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wtsh 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,...

...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,...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,...

...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'il, Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile...

...perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and them so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain...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...

...be desired, perbaps ! 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'dl, Shoots into port at some well haveu'd isle, Where spices breathe,...

...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...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,...

...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. 15 Thou as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weathered, and the ocean crossed,) Shoots...