 | William Cowper - 1826 - 264 pagine
...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 ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 308 pagine
...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 - 1827 - 276 pagine
...mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself laws 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 - 1827 - 262 pagine
...speed of its flight', The tempest itself lags behind', And the swift-winged arrows of lighr. When 1 think of my own native land', In a moment I seem to...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 - 1827 - 258 pagine
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When 1 think of my own native land. In a moment I seem to...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1828 - 468 pagine
...yet have a friend/ Though a triend 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...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... | |
 | 1828 - 398 pagine
...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...But, alas ! recollection, at hand. Soon hurries me hack to despair, But the sea- fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair: E'en here... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 374 pagine
...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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1830 - 244 pagine
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing d arrows of li^ht. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me, back to despair. T. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 pagine
...a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me 1 O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The Jempost itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,... | |
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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. 
