 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 pàgines
...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. VII. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 478 pàgines
...a moment I seem to be there; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 310 pàgines
...fltgtr, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of ligUt. 'VVheri I think of ray own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ;...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-vfcfwl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lairj Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 316 pàgines
...tempest itself lags Jbehind> And the swift winged arrows of light/ When I think of my own native laud, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back -to despair. VII; But the sea-fowl is gone to hev YTeKf, The beast is laid down i'n 'his lair l Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1808 - 360 pàgines
...is a glance of the mind '. Compar'd with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | 1808 - 506 pàgines
...its flight ! The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. oo When I think on my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there...at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. B,ut the sea fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 422 pàgines
...fleet is a glance of the mind! Compar'd with the speed of if s flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 390 pàgines
...fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of ifs flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 pàgines
...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...native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast... | |
 | John Palmer - 1811 - 244 pàgines
...is the glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair ! THE blow which Philip had sustain'd, in his last conflict with the ruffians, was so severe as to... | |
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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... 
