 | William Cowper - 1805 - 362 pàgines
...the mind! Compared 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 ! recolleftion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 316 pàgines
...Jbehind> And the swift winged arrows of light/ When I think of my own native laud, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back -to despair. VII; But the sea-fowl is gone to hev YTeKf, The beast is laid down i'n 'his lair l Even here... | |
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 pàgines
...behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. oo When I think on my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. B,ut the sea fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Encyclopaedia Britannica - 1810 - 824 pàgines
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its llight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift- winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I leem to be there ; But alas ! recolleftion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fca-fowl... | |
 | 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
...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 my own native land,...to be there ; -' But, alas ! recollection at hand • j Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft The beaft is laid down... | |
 | 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... | |
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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... 
