 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 286 страници
...is a glance of the mind ! 'Compar'd with, the speed of its flight, The tempest, itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light . "When I think...recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. 7 But. the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down in his lair ; * £ven here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 264 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 ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray, John Walker - 1826 - 314 страници
...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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; ; ." Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 268 страници
...Compar'd with the 'speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrtfws of light. When I think of my own native land, In a...seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand 'i §oon hurries me back to despair. But the. sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1826 - 184 страници
...flight, The tempest itself lags behind, , And the swift winged arrows o£ light. When I think of ray own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas \ recollection at hand Scon hurries me back to despair. VII. But 4he sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 308 страници
...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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 276 страници
...mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself laws behind, And the swift-wing d arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 262 страници
...speed of its flight', The tempest itself lags behind', And the swift-winged arrows of lighr. When 1 think of my own native land', In a moment I seem to...recollection at hand', Soon hurries me back to despair*. 7 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest', The beast is laid down in his lair* ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 258 страници
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When 1 think of my own native land. In a moment I seem to...recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. 7 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 262 страници
...its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. When I think of rny own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand 7 But the sea-fowl has 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... 
