 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 pàgines
...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 I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 422 pàgines
...mind! Compar'd with the speed of if 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 ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 390 pàgines
...mind ! Compar'd 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 seem to be there ; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1811 - 286 pàgines
...a glance of the mind ! Compared with the fpeed of its flight. The tempeft itfelf lags behind, A*id the fwift winged arrows of light, When I think of.... ^ In a moment I feem to be there ; -' But, alas ! recollection at hand • j Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft... | |
 | John Palmer - 1811 - 244 pàgines
...mind ! 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; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair ! THE blow which... | |
 | William Cowper - 1812 - 396 pàgines
...mind! 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; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. , VII. But the seafowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 pàgines
...mind ! Cornpar'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 1 seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1814 - 496 pàgines
...of the 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 pàgines
...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, In a moment I 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... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1815 - 602 pàgines
...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... | |
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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... 
