 | 1787 - 690 σελίδες
...behind, And the fwift-»inged arrow of lighf. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I ieem to be there, But, alas'. Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to Defpiir. But the Геа-fowl is gone to hcrneft, The be.ifl is laid down in his lair; Even here is... | |
 | William Cowper - 1782 - 384 σελίδες
...behind, And 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 Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The bead is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a feafon... | |
 | William Cowper - 1786 - 756 σελίδες
...behind, And 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 Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a... | |
 | William Cowper - 1788 - 380 σελίδες
...behind, And 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 Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is... | |
 | 1788 - 524 σελίδες
...behind, And 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 Soon hurries me back to deipair. VII. , But the fea-fowl is gone to herneft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1799 - 408 σελίδες
...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 Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair ; Ev'n here is a... | |
 | 1788 - 772 σελίδες
...behind, And the fwift-winged arrow of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I ftem to be there ; But, alas ! Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in hi» lair ; of reft, the dtftruclion... | |
 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 σελίδες
...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. 7. But the s«a-fowl is gone to her Jiest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season of rest,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 σελίδες
...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. VII. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1805 - 288 σελίδες
...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 Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, , The beaft is laid down in his lair ; E'en here is... | |
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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... 
