 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 - Seite 264von William Cowper - 1803 - 363 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Cowper - 1852 - 466 Seiten
...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,... | |
 | 1853 - 560 Seiten
...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 - 806 Seiten
...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 - 104 Seiten
...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 - 482 Seiten
...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 - 488 Seiten
...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 - 850 Seiten
...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 - 796 Seiten
...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 - 298 Seiten
...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,... | |
 | John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young - 1910 - 1174 Seiten
...might. — But no — what here we call our life is such. So little to be loved, and thou so much, 8s e sun. ! Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters,...and hail the hands ! Songs of joy and triumph sin weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some wcll-havened isle, Where spices breathe,... | |
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