 | Flower gardening - 1851 - 390 pages
..." But, no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That we should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again." Nor are we singular in this regard for the memory of our departed friend ; and we embrace the opportunity... | |
 | Class-book - Poetry - 1852 - 152 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...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 - English poetry - 1852 - 466 pages
...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 to be lov'd, and thou so 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,... | |
 | Poets, American - 1853 - 560 pages
...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 - 1853 - 796 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, That I should ill requite thee to constrain unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weather'd... | |
 | William Cowper - 1854 - 806 pages
...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, and thou so much,...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,... | |
 | William Cowper, Robert Southey - 1854 - 482 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,... | |
 | John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young - English literature - 1910 - 1174 pages
...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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Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated... 
