 | Oswald John Fredeick Crawford - 1910 - 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. Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging... | |
 | 1910 - 524 страници
...tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mindl Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest...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... | |
 | 1910 - 298 страници
...Of 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...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 ;... | |
 | University of Calcutta - 1910 - 684 страници
...have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place, (e) How fleet is a glance of the mind. Compared with the...the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1911 - 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. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | 1912 - 80 страници
...Of 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 sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | 1912 - 332 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...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... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1912 - 508 страници
...friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, 1 5 Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a...lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. 20 When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1912 - 502 страници
...friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, '5 Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a...its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wingdd arrows of light 2° When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there... | |
 | Kate Forrest Oswell, Charles Benajah Gilbert - 1912 - 520 страници
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. 45 When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, 50 The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest,... | |
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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. 
