 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 pàgines
...mind 1 Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged ood man learn'd to And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Care seem to be there; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1824 - 396 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. 7. But the sea... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 470 pàgines
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrovys 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 pàgines
...behind, And the swift-winged arrows of lighl When J Uiink 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 Is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here Is a season... | |
 | 1824 - 588 pàgines
...And the swift-winged arrows of light. When 1 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 is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iu his lair; There is mercy... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 450 pàgines
...behind, 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. But, the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iit his lair ; Even here is a... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1825 - 404 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. 7. But the sea... | |
 | William Cowper - 1825 - 244 pàgines
...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself Jags 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... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 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 scafowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 270 pàgines
...mind ! Compar'd with the spefrd 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, ii>»! recollection at hand Suron 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... 
