 | William Cowper - 1828 - 468 страници
...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 of light. When I think...down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction... | |
 | 1828 - 398 страници
...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 of light. When I think...But, alas ! recollection, at hand. Soon hurries me hack to despair, But the sea- fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair: E'en here... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1829 - 318 страници
...a moment I seem to he there ; Juut, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hark to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is...in his lair • Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place ; Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 374 страници
...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...down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 страници
...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...at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the aea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest ; And... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1830 - 244 страници
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing d arrows of li^ht. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me, back to despair. T. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Jay - 1830 - 302 страници
...overlooked this consolation, in the language he has put into the mouth of the lonely islander — " But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; E'en here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 страници
...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The Jempost 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. But the scafowl is gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...fleet is the glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of Its fight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think...Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And 1 to my... | |
 | John J. Harrod - 1832 - 338 страници
...is a glance of the mind? Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind', Ahd the swift-winged arrows of light. . When I think of...recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. 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... 
