 | William Cowper - 1814 - 496 oldal
...mind I Compar'd 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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - 262 oldal
...fee. * How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-wing'd arrows of light....feem to be there : But alas ! recollection at hand The beaft is laid down in his lair ; "Even here is a feafon of reft, Soon hurries me back to defpair.... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1815 - 602 oldal
...the speed of its flight; The tempest itself lags behind«, And the swift winged arrows of light. i When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But, alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea- fowl... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 oldal
...mind ! Coaipar'd with the speed of its flight, The tem|K->t itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I stem to be there; But, al.is ! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1816 - 328 oldal
...mind ! Compar'd 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 band, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1817 - 252 oldal
...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags hehind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land. In a moment I seem to he there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hack to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 244 oldal
...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 hurries me hack to despair. But the seafowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 240 oldal
...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 hurries me back to despair. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 244 oldal
...behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. AVhen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1869 - 306 oldal
...the mind ! Compar'd 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 hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-fowl... | |
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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 hurries... 
