 | Mary Elizabeth Burt - 1904 - 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 seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest,... | |
 | 1904 - 542 sayfa
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, 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 Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - 1905 - 308 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. 4& But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season... | |
 | Sherwin Cody - 1905 - 628 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; Kven here is a season of... | |
 | William Holman Hunt - 1905 - 600 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. COWPER. SOON now the mountains, the sea, and the middle distance on my canvas were completed, and I... | |
 | William Cowper - 1905 - 716 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,... | |
 | 1908 - 464 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. 5 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, 10 The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
 | 1908 - 376 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... | |
 | 1910 - 542 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... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - 1909 - 636 sayfa
...Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, 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... | |
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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... 
