 | William Cowper - 1790 - 312 oldal
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recolle&ion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The... | |
 | William Cowper - 1793 - 378 oldal
...the mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there; But alas ! recolleclion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft,... | |
 | Addison (pseud.) - 1794 - 564 oldal
...mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight; The Tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-winged arrow of Light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there; But alas! Recolleftion, at hand, Soon hurries me back to Defpair. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft... | |
 | Mr. Addison - 1794 - 254 oldal
...mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight; The Tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-winged arrow of Light. When I think of my own native land. In a moment I feem to be there j But alas! Recollection, at hand, Soon hurries me back to Defpair. But the fea-fowl is gone to her... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 oldal
...¡ni,,d '— Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The temped itfelf. lags behind, And the fwifc-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I fecm to be there ; Bur, alas ! recollcftion at hand Soon hurries me bade to ib fpair. But the fea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1800 - 372 oldal
...mind I Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land. In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recolledlion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. . VII. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft,... | |
 | 1788 - 772 oldal
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempcft itfelf lags, behind, And the fwift-winged arrow of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I ftem to be there ; But, alas ! Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 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. 7. But the s«a-fowl is gone to her Jiest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 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 hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1805 - 288 oldal
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, , The beaft is laid down in his lair ; E'en here is a feafon of reft,... | |
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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... 
