 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagine
...friend I am never to see. How fleet is the glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of Its fight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | John J. Harrod - 1832 - 338 pagine
...is a glance of the mind? Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind', Ahd the swift-winged arrows of light. . When I think of...recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
 | Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 pagine
...have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see ! T How fleet is the 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. 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... | |
 | James Flamank - 1833 - 414 pagine
...present day. We pass rapidly from one part of the globe to another. Cowper exclaims, — " How swift is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed...lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light." We may visit the poles or the tropics. We may fancy ourselves in the arctic regions, half buried in... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 620 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...its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ;... | |
 | William Cowper - 1836 - 710 pagine
...after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is the glance df the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight,...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 - 1836 - 394 pagine
...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...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 ;... | |
 | William Cowper - 1836 - 396 pagine
...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,...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 - 1835 - 406 pagine
...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,...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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1836 - 264 pagine
...mind ! Compared 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 Bat the sea-fowl has gone to her nesrt 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. 
