 | John Lauris Blake - 1824 - 396 páginas
...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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair.; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 446 páginas
...a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempeat itself lags behind, Arid the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of...native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,... | |
 | 1824 - 588 páginas
...flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When 1 think of my'own native land, • ' , In a moment I seem to be there;...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iu his lair; There is mercy in every... | |
 | William Cowper - 1825 - 244 páginas
...fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself Jags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think...down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 páginas
...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...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the scafowl is gone to her nest; The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1825 - 404 páginas
...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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1825 - 316 páginas
...think of my own native land, • Compar'd with the speed of its flight. The tempest itself lags behind, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 270 páginas
...fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the spefrd 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 1 seem to be there ; But, ii>»! recollection at hand Suron hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 504 páginas
...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,...down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 264 páginas
...fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compai'd with the speed of its flight, 1 he tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone toiler nest, The beast is laid down in his lair-; Even here is a season... | |
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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... 
