 | Daniel Defoe - 1911 - 448 pàgines
...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 back to despair. But the seafowl is... | |
 | A. E. Sharp - 1911 - 264 pàgines
...stainless Shall cast at his fellows a stone. 85. Your Father knoweth that ye have need of these things. 36. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there. 37. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have great ness thrust... | |
 | 1912 - 440 pàgines
...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 me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | 1912 - 80 pàgines
...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 back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Kate Forrest Oswell, Charles Benajah Gilbert - 1912 - 520 pàgines
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. 45 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... | |
 | Charles Swain Thomas - 1913 - 104 pàgines
...friend, Though a friend I am never to see. The tempest itself lags behind, 35 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. 40 But the sea-fowl... | |
 | 1913 - 264 pàgines
...in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. Milton: Paradise Lost. 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. Cowper. Home, kindred,... | |
 | Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry - 1914 - 334 pàgines
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. »5 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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 pàgines
...mind I Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged h and triple arch'd there was, All garlanded with carven imag'ries seem to be there; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 pàgines
...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 me back to despair. • Locksley Hall... | |
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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... 
