| William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, eir woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of... | |
| 1824 - 588 sayfa
...itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When 1 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 iu his lair; There is mercy in every... | |
| John Lauris Blake - 1825 - 404 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 sea fowl is gone to her nest, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy... | |
| British anthology - 1825 - 464 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 scafowl is gone to her nest; The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
| William Cowper - 1825 - 238 sayfa
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| William Cowper - 1825 - 244 sayfa
...tempest itself Jags 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... | |
| Lindley Murray - 1826 - 286 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...gone to her nest. The beast is laid down in his lair ; * £ven here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. a jj'(iwt:'s merry in everyplace: And... | |
| Lindley Murray - 1826 - 264 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...hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone toiler nest, The beast is laid down in his lair-; Even here is a season of rest, And [ to my cabin... | |
| Lindley Murray - 1826 - 224 sayfa
...yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. 6. How fleet is a glance of the mind! ComparM with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags...seem to be there; But, alas! recollection at hand, And the swift-winged arrows of light. \Vhen I think of my own native land, 7. But the sea-fowl is gone... | |
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