 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 oldal
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 310 oldal
...fltgtr, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of ligUt. 'VVheri I think of ray own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ;...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-vfcfwl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lairj Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 316 oldal
...tempest itself lags Jbehind> And the swift winged arrows of light/ When I think of my own native laud, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back -to despair. VII; But the sea-fowl is gone to hev YTeKf, The beast is laid down i'n 'his lair l Even here is a season... | |
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 oldal
...its flight ! The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. oo When I think on my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there...gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There is mercy in ev'ry place, ,And mercy,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 390 oldal
...with the speed of ifs flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 oldal
...with the speed of its flight, * The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift.winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast... | |
 | John Palmer - 1811 - 244 oldal
...with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of. my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair ! THE blow which Philip had sustain'd, in his last conflict with the ruffians, was so severe as to... | |
 | William Cowper - 1812 - 396 oldal
...with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. , VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iu his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 oldal
...lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light,, When I think of my own native land, In a moment 1 seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season oi rest, And... | |
 | William Cowper - 1814 - 496 oldal
...with the speed of it's flight. The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift- winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land. In a moment I seem to be there; Bnt alas! recollection at hand Soon hnrries me back to despair. VII. Bnt the seafowl is gone to her... | |
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How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon... 
