 | John Brown - 1850 - 882 pages
...so desirable that we could not resist the impulse to recall by a wish, if a wish could recall it. " But no, what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and they so much — That we would ill requite them, to constrain Their unbound spirits into bonds again."... | |
 | William Cowper, Alice Meynell - 1904 - 440 pages
...jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile), Could...Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? 1 would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - English poetry - 1904 - 538 pages
...thou wast happier than myself the while — \Vouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,) — Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart, — the dear dellght Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no,- — what here we call our life is such, So... | |
 | Mildred Lewis Rutherford - English literature - 1906 - 806 pages
...jessamine, I picked them into paper with a pin. ( And thou wast happier than myself the while ; Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile ) Could...delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no 1 what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should 111 requite... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - English literature - 1906 - 844 pages
...the while, "Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile); so Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish...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, 86 So little to be lov'd,... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - English poetry - 1907 - 654 pages
...jassamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, 80 Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight... | |
 | American poetry - 1907 - 372 pages
...jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin — And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile, — Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart —... | |
 | D. H. Wever - Literature - 1908 - 656 pages
...jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head, and smile), Could...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 loved,... | |
 | Edward Verrall Lucas - Women - 1908 - 402 pages
...jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile), Could...trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.— 187 But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be lov'd,... | |
 | Edward Verrall Lucas - Art - 1908 - 396 pages
...jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, , (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile), Could...trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — 187 But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be lov'd,... | |
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When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant... 
