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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... "
Cobb's New Sequel to the Juvenile Readers, Or, Fourth Reading Book ... - Sayfa 191
Lyman Cobb tarafından - 1845 - 240 sayfa
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The Scots Magazine, 49. cilt

1787
...behind, And the fwift-»inged arrow of lighf. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I ieem to be there, But, alas'. Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to Defpiir. But the Геа-fowl is gone to hcrneft, The be.ifl is laid down in his lair; Even here is...
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Poems, 1. cilt

William Cowper - 1782 - 359 sayfa
...behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The bead is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a feafon...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1786
...behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land> In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a...
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Poems, 1. cilt

William Cowper - 1788
...behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,, In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is...
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Annual Register, 28. cilt

1788
...behind, And the fwift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to deipair. VII. , But the fea-fowl is gone to herneft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here...
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The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1799 - 356 sayfa
...behind, And the fwift-wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair ; Ev'n here is a...
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Beauties of Cowper: To which are Prefixed, a Life of the Author and ...

William Cowper - 1801 - 231 sayfa
...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. 7. But the s«a-fowl is gone to her Jiest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season of rest,...
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Poems, 1. cilt

William Cowper - 1803 - 363 sayfa
...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. VII. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Ev'n here is a season...
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The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1805 - 254 sayfa
...behind, And the fwift wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, , The beaft is laid down in his lair ; E'en here is...
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Poems, 1. cilt

William Cowper - 1806
...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...
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