 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 sayfa
...Jempost 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 scafowl is gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | John J. Harrod - 1832 - 338 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind', Ahd 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...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 my... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1832 - 260 sayfa
...behind, And the swift-wingM arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I geem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7 But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The 1 least is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest, And I to... | |
 | Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 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... | |
 | Henry Hunt PIPER - 1833 - 516 sayfa
...earthly clog prevents. The exile from home feels this true — " When I think of my dear native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me batik to despair." No impediment like this, no check to the free accomplishment of every volition,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 620 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 ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | 1835 - 434 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,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1836 - 264 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. 7 Bat the sea-fowl has gone to her nesrt The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | William Cowper - 1836 - 394 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 406 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... | |
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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... 
