 | 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... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 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 ;3 Even here is a season of... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 sayfa
...tempest itself lags lie hind, 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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd ariows 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... | |
 | Encyclopaedia - 1845 - 806 sayfa
...their noontide lore: With rocks above to shield the sharp nocturnal air. Dnjden. yiryif. Georyic 3. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his fair; Even here it a season cf rest And I to my cabin repair. Cowper. Vtriet, tuppoied to be written... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 sayfa
...tempest itself Ings 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, Boon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl—is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down In... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 sayfa
...lags behind, And the swift-wing'd artows of light When I think of my own native land. In a moment, 1 seem to be there; But. alas! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me buck to despair. But the sea-fowl — is gone to her nest. The beast Is laid down In his lau- ; Even... | |
 | William Cowper - 1846 - 310 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... | |
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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... 
