 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 hurries...  Poems of William Cowper, Esq - Side 337av William Cowper - 1824 - 427 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 sider
...Compar'd 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...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 ; Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 310 sider
...fltgtr, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of ligUt. 'VVheri I think of ray own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ;...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-vfcfwl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lairj Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 316 sider
...tempest itself lags Jbehind> And the swift winged arrows of light/ When I think of my own native laud, 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 hev YTeKf, The beast is laid down i'n 'his lair l Even here is a season... | |
 | 1808 - 506 sider
...its flight ! The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. oo When I think on my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there...at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. B,ut 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 390 sider
...Compar'd with the speed of ifs flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 sider
...Compar'd 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 I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast... | |
 | John Palmer - 1811 - 244 sider
...Compar'd with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of. my own native land, In...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair ! THE blow which Philip had sustain'd, in his last conflict with the ruffians, was so severe as to... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 sider
...lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light,, When I think of my own native land, In a moment 1 seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand...beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season oi rest, And mercy — encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And I to my cabin repair.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1812 - 396 sider
...Compar'd with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. , VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iu his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1814 - 496 sider
...Compar'd with the speed of it's 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; Bnt alas! recollection at hand Soon hnrries me back to despair. VII. Bnt the seafowl is gone to her... | |
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