 | William Cowper - 1817 - 252 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...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags hehind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I thiuk of my own native land, In a moment I seem... | |
 | William Cowper - 1817 - 252 страници
...friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thonght after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Thongh a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags hehind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land. In a moment I seem... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 240 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...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 rest, And... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 448 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...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. o 3 150 ON EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest The beast is laid down in his... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 244 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...there; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hack to despair. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The heast is laid down in his lair ; Even here... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 244 страници
...a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me i O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am...lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. AVhen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 314 страници
...How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself laais behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. vn. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1820 - 636 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...at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair : E'en here is a season of rest,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1820 - 508 страници
...A wish or a thonght after me? O tell me X yet have a friend, Thongh a friend I am never to see. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VIT. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1869 - 306 страници
...yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. ffow fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight The tempest itself lags...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... | |
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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. 
