 | Robert Bridges - 1924 - 272 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 1100 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 is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | 1926 - 727 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... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1132 sayfa
...midst of alarms. Than reign in this horrible place. (1. 1—8) 24 When I think of my own native land. ace of first permission, everlasting omen of what is. (1. 19—23) BPo; IDB; PoBA; SoSe; TTY SI (1. 45-48) FiP; FPL; GTBS; GTBS-P; LiTB; NOEC; PoEL-3; PoLF Walking with God 25 Oh! for a closer walk... | |
 | Robert J. Berens - 2001 - 172 sayfa
...himself lags behind / And the swift winged arrows of light. / When I think of my own nature land,/In a moment I seem to be there; / But alas! recollection at hand / Soon hurried me back to despair. That's from William Cowper's Alone, and that's the way I think of you and... | |
 | Louis Fairchild - 2002 - 323 sayfa
...association. "Father was suffering such pangs of remorse at this time."41 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. 42 Loneliness and homesickness were often commingled emotions. Gilbert Fite maintains that the loneliness... | |
 | William Cowper - 2003 - 119 sayfa
...In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 48 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There is mercy in every place; And mercy,... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 544 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. But the sea- fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, THE HUMAN Ev'n here is a... | |
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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... 
