 | Caroline Anne Southey - 1836 - 306 pàgines
...trust On the strength that can never fail. "HOW SWIFT IS A GLANCE OF THE MIND 1 " AN EXILE'S SONG. " When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there." THAT flower, that flower! Oh! pluck that flower for me ! There, in the running stream,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 448 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. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1837 - 534 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. But the seafowl... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 362 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. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 438 pàgines
...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 is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Mary Elizabeth Burt - 1904 - 394 pàgines
...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 gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season... | |
 | Motilal M. Munshi - 1904 - 502 pàgines
...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 is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season... | |
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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... 
