| Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 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 sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 362 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... | |
| John Howell - 1837 - 154 sayfa
...behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seern to be there ; But alas ! 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... | |
| Jesse Olney - 1838 - 346 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 at hand 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ;* Even here is a season... | |
| Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 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 has gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of... | |
| John Angell James - 1859 - 196 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. " When I tlvink 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... | |
| Emily Taylor - 1839 - 304 sayfa
...And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to he there ; But, alas! 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... | |
| William Cowper - 1841 - 260 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... | |
| Book - 1841 - 164 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... | |
| William Russell - 1844 - 428 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 at hand Soon hurries me back to despair." The influence of the various kinds of verse on the voice, may be considered as affecting generally... | |
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