 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...  Poems - Side 266av William Cowper - 1810Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | John Palmer - 1811 - 244 sider
...Precious villain !" CHAPTER VII. How ffeet is the glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...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 - 1811 - 286 sider
...mind ! Compared with the fpeed of its flight. The tempeft itfelf lags behind, A*id the fwift winged arrows of light, When I think of my own native land, . ^ In a moment I feem to be there ; -' But, alas ! recollection at hand • j Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 sider
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Cornpar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...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 back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1814 - 496 sider
...mind I 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... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1815 - 602 sider
...the speed of its flight; The tempest itself lags behind«, And the swift winged arrows of light. i When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - 262 sider
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-wing'd arrows of light. •When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there : But alas ! recollection at hand The beaft is laid down in his lair ; "Even here... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1816 - 328 sider
...mind ! 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,...moment I seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at band, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 sider
...mind ! Coaipar'd with the speed of its flight, The tem|K->t itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I stem to be there; But, al.is ! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1817 - 252 sider
...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags hehind, 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 hack to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1817 - 290 sider
...«peed of its The tempest itself lags behind, , And the, swift wing'd arrows of light. When 1 thirk of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hapd Soon hurries me back to despair. E'en here is a season of rest, And I to my cabio repair. There's... | |
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