 | William Cowper - 1837 - 420 pages
...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,... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - Readers - 1836 - 226 pages
...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, and thou so much,...to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again, THE TEMPTING MOMENT. " Do to others as ye would they should do to yon." — Bible. " HA ! ha ! " shouted... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - American poetry - 1836 - 336 pages
...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 unbounded spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, The storms all weather'd,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1837 - 438 pages
...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, and thou so much,...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,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1837 - 436 pages
...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. There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 pages
...desired, perhaps I migh. — 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,... | |
 | Readers - 1839 - 428 pages
...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...weather'd, and the ocean cross'd,) Shoots into port at some well favour'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1839 - 554 pages
...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...Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean eross'd) Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,... | |
 | Deidamia Covell Brown - Baptists - 1839 - 414 pages
...trust alone in God's free grace. But no, what here we call our life ia such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, — | That I should ill requite...constrain, Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.," — Coif per. '<J. Farewell in bonds, and union dear; Like strings you twine about my heart; I humbly... | |
 | Deidamia Covell Brown - Baptists - 1839 - 420 pages
...alone in God's free grace. But no, what here we call out life is such, So little to be loved, and tbou so much,— That I should ill requite thee to constrain, Thy unbound spirit into bonds again."— Cnptr. 2. Farewell in bonds, and union dear; Like strings you twine about my heart; I humbly beg your... | |
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Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated... 
