 | Addison (pseud.) - 1794 - عدد الصفحات: 564
...mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight; The Tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-winged arrow of Light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there; But alas! Recolleftion, at hand, Soon hurries me back to Defpair. But the fea-fowl... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - عدد الصفحات: 476
...¡ni,,d '— Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The temped itfelf. lags behind, And the fwifc-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I fecm to be there ; Bur, alas ! recollcftion at hand Soon hurries me bade to ib fpair. But the fea-fowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1799 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...Mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itlelf 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 Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea-fowl... | |
 | 1788 - عدد الصفحات: 772
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempcft itfelf lags, 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...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,...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 - عدد الصفحات: 310
...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. 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 - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 362
...the mind! Compared with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags 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 ! recolleftion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea-fowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 288
...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 310
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 316
...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... | |
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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 hurries... 
