 | Lindley Murray - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 256
...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,...Soon hurries me back to despair. 7 But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to... | |
 | William Cowper - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 468
...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. But, the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 398
...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,...But, alas ! recollection, at hand. Soon hurries me hack to despair, But the sea- fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair: E'en here... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1829 - عدد الصفحات: 318
...the speed of its flieht. The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. When 1 think of my own native land in a moment I seem to he there ; Juut, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hark to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 256
...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,...recollection, at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the aea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 374
...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,...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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 244
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing d arrows of li^ht. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me, back to despair. T. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Jay - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 302
...overlooked this consolation, in the language he has put into the mouth of the lonely islander — " But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; E'en here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 256
...speed of its flighf, 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* ; Buf , alas' ! recollection at hand', Soon hurries me back to despair*. 7 But the sea-fowl is gone... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 602
...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The Jempost itself lags behind, And the swift winged res of my life. SSiid rJk would wfth,abundance But the scafowl is gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
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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... 
