 | 1904 - 542 pàgines
...fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, 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 Holman Hunt - 1905 - 600 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. COWPER. SOON now... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - 1905 - 308 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. 4& But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Sherwin Cody - 1905 - 628 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1905 - 716 pàgines
...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. 48 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - 1905 - 306 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. 48 222 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here... | |
 | Katherine Devereux Blake, Georgia Alexander - 1906 - 106 pàgines
...mind ! 6 Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest himself 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 ; 10 But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea... | |
 | 1908 - 376 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... | |
 | 1908 - 464 pàgines
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. 5 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... | |
 | 1910 - 542 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... 
