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Poems - Page 264
by William Cowper - 1803
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Poems

William Cowper - 1806
...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...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Volume 3

William Cowper - English poetry - 1806
...desired, perhaps I might. — ! But no — what here we call our life is such, J So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. 142 ON THE RECEIPT OF, Sec. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and...
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Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Volume 3

Robert Southey - English poetry - 1807 - 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....gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some weU-havened isle, Where spices breathe and...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - English poetry - 1808
...he desir'd, perhaps I might.— But no — what here we call our life is such, ' ' So little to he lov'd, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain .' ' Thy unhound spirit into honds again. .'' '. ..i i- 4 Thou, as a gallant hark from Alhion's edaSf " (The...
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Specimens of the British poets

British poets - 1809
...the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — But no— what here we call our life Js such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, That...weather'd and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some weli-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods,...
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Poems [ed. by J. Newton]. Illustr. with engr. from the designs of R. Westall

William Cowper - 1810
...might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be lov'd, and thou so much, 4 That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound...cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 90 Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show,...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1817
...he desired, perhaps I might. — But no -What here we call our life is such, So little to he loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unhound spirit into honds again. Thou, as a gallant hark from Alhion's coast (The storms all weathered...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1818 - 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 constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thus, as a gallant hark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots...
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Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805

Thomas Campbell - English poetry - 1819
...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.—...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,...
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Poems of William Cowper, Esq: With a New Memoir

William Cowper - 186? - 288 pages
...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' d) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,...
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