 | 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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1829 - 216 sayfa
...lags behind, r- And the swift-winged arrows of light> • • (When I think of my own native land, ' V In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand, _ Soon hurries me back to despair, j 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nesti The beast is laid down... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1830 - 244 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing d arrows of li^ht. 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. T. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 374 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... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 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 aea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1830 - 256 sayfa
...swift-winged arrows of light*. When 1 think of my own native land', In a moment I seem to be there* ; Buf , alas' ! recollection at hand', Soon hurries me back to despair*. 7 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nesf , The beast is laid down in his lair* ; Even here is a season of resf, And 1 to my cabin repair*.... | |
 | William Jay - 1830 - 302 sayfa
...overlooked this consolation, in the language he has put into the mouth of the lonely islander — " But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; E'en here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging... | |
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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... 
