 | Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry - 1914 - 334 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 has gone to her nest, M The beast is laid down in his lair, And I to my cabin repair.... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 sayfa
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, ven imag'ries Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, no And diamonded with But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, 5o Even here is a season... | |
 | Henry Festing Jones - 1919 - 540 sayfa
...of Cowper (who was a true poet). He evidently found comfort in bed. He makes Alexander Selkirk say : But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair j Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place — I quoted... | |
 | Arthur Mee - 1910 - 622 sayfa
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 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 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. • Locksley Hall But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 528 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, Ev'n here is a season of... | |
 | Robert Bridges - 1924 - 296 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 has gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 412 sayfa
...And the swift- winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to he 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... | |
 | 1926 - 780 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... 
