 | University of Calcutta - 1910 - 684 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. 5. Comment on the style or language of any three of the 6 following : — (a) There has lately appeared... | |
 | 1910 - 298 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. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | 1910 - 524 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. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Oswald John Fredeick Crawford - 1910 - 240 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. Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1911 - 448 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. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest,... | |
 | Kate Forrest Oswell, Charles Benajah Gilbert - 1912 - 520 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. 45 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. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, 50 The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
 | 1912 - 440 sayfa
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 | 1912 - 80 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. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Charles Swain Thomas - 1913 - 104 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, 35 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. 40 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lab-; Even here is a season... | |
 | 1913 - 264 sayfa
...slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. Milton: Paradise Lost. 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. Cowper. Home, kindred, friends, and country — these Are things with which we never part; From clime... | |
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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... 
