 | William Cowper - 1825 - 244 страници
...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself Jags 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 seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 страници
...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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the scafowl is gone to her nest; The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1825 - 316 страници
...think of my own native land, • Compar'd with the speed of its flight. The tempest itself lags behind, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas! 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 - 1825 - 270 страници
...In a moment 1 seem to be there ; But, ii>»! recollection at hand Suron 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, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place ; And mercy — encouraging... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 264 страници
...have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags...her nest, The beast is laid 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 504 страници
...yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags...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 of... | |
 | 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 - 264 страници
...mind ! Compai'd with the speed of its flight, 1 he 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. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone toiler nest, The beast is laid down in his lair-; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 286 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. 7 But. the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down in his lair ; * £ven 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... | |
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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... 
