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
| William Cowper - 1818 - 240 sider
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...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,... | |
| William Cowper - 1818 - 448 sider
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. o 3 150 ON EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest The beast is laid down in his... | |
| William Cowper - 1818 - 244 sider
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...there; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hack to despair. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The heast is laid down in his lair ; Even here... | |
| William Cowper - 1818 - 314 sider
...How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself laais behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. vn. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
| William Cowper - 1818 - 244 sider
...Though a friend I am never to see. 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. AVhen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand... | |
| Charles Knight - 1820 - 636 sider
...Though a friend I am never to see. * How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair : E'en here is a season... | |
| William Cowper - 1821 - 556 sider
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...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... | |
| John Aikin - 1821 - 278 sider
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of ita flight, The tempest itself lags behind,' And the swift-winged...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... | |
| John Bowdler - 1821 - 510 sider
...Though a friend 1 am never to sac How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair : Ev'n here is a season... | |
| Lindley Murray - 1821 - 280 sider
...mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...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 ; E'en here is a season of... | |
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