 | William Cowper - 1826 - 504 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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 222 sayfa
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 | William Cowper - 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 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... | |
 | 1826 - 638 sayfa
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 | William Cowper - 1826 - 262 sayfa
...behind, And the swift-winged arrows of ligb When I think of my own native land, In a moment I neem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. vn. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nost, The beast is laid down in his lair Even here in a season... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1826 - 184 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, , And the swift winged arrows o£ light. When I think of ray own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas \ recollection at hand Scon hurries me back to despair. VII. But 4he sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 268 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrtfws of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand 'i §oon hurries me back to despair. But the. sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1828 - 256 sayfa
...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 ; But alas { recollection...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 of rest, And I to... | |
 | William Cowper - 1828 - 468 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... | |
 | 1828 - 398 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 hack to despair, But the sea- fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair: E'en here... | |
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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... 
