 | William Cowper - 2003 - 124 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 - 778 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... 
