 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 psl.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no — Or this great all was from eternity; ю~ Not ev'n weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-bavened isle, 90 Where spices breathe,... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 psl.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no — r, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, ns a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 858 psl.
...might. — But no — -what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, 85 That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound...a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 90 Where spices breathe,... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 854 psl.
...would not trust ray heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no — r strike for honest fame; Dear, charming nymph, neglected and decried, My sh 85 That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant... | |
 | Robert Haven Schauffler - 1916 - 400 psl.
...would not trust my heart, — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be...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... | |
 | 1916 - 792 psl.
...not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — • But no — mpanions, perceiving by the path that the pilgrims made, that their way to weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, 90 Where spices breathe,... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 828 psl.
...not trust my heart —• the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no — sought in vain, I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, 90 Where spices breathe,... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 944 psl.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast 88 (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, QO... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 566 psl.
...would not trust my heart—the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.— But no—what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved,...again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast 88 (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, 90... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1916 - 634 psl.
...would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so 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 1hee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast... | |
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Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days 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 desired, perhaps I might. 
