 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 страници
...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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1808 - 360 страници
...friend I am never to see. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind '. Compar'd with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 страници
...its flight ! The tempest itself lags 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...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 season of rest, And... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 390 страници
...a friend I am never to see. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of ifs flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 422 страници
...a friend I am never to see. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compar'd with the speed of if s flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 страници
...a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, * The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift.winged arrows... | |
 | John Palmer - 1811 - 244 страници
...Precious villain !" CHAPTER VII. How ffeet is the glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair ! THE blow which Philip had sustain'd, in his last conflict with the ruffians, was so severe as to... | |
 | William Cowper - 1812 - 396 страници
...a friend I am never to see. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compar'd with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. , VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iu his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 страници
...Ola land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Cornpar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1815 - 602 страници
...the speed of its flight; The tempest itself lags behind«, And the swift winged arrows of light. i When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...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 of rest,... | |
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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. 
