 | Lindley Murray - 1839 - 276 страници
...glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its Sight, The tempest itself lags behind, Aad^the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, j The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest,... | |
 | John Angell James - 1859 - 196 страници
...of its Sight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. " When I tlvink of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there...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, And... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 304 страници
...send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to he there ; But, alas! recollection, at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl has... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 362 страници
...My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with...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, And... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 260 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...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 456 страници
...fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags bebind. And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think...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... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1843 - 222 страници
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light V^hen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem...recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. 1. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 страници
...land I shall visit no more ! My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh ! tell me, I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am...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, 1... | |
 | William Russell - 1844 - 428 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." The influence of the various kinds of verse on the voice, may be considered as affecting generally... | |
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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. 
