 | John Howell - 1837 - 154 pàgines
...mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seern to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Home missionary society - 1838 - 228 pàgines
...the mind ; Compar'd 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 !" These thoughts have occurred to me, hy having! hefore me a letter just received... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1838 - 346 pàgines
...mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast... | |
 | William Cowper - 1839 - 554 pàgines
...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 ! rocolleetion at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 pàgines
...have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. 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... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 pàgines
...of 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 ! But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 260 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 ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Russell - 1844 - 428 pàgines
...mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift- wing'd 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 influence of... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 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... | |
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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... 
