 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...  Crusoe, written by himself [by D. Defoe - Seite 549von Daniel Defoe - 1815Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Lindley Murray - 1816 - 328 Seiten
...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 band, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1817 - 290 Seiten
...«peed of its The tempest itself lags behind, , And the, swift wing'd arrows of light. When 1 thirk of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hapd Soon hurries me back to despair. E'en here is a season of rest, And I to my cabio repair. There's... | |
 | William Cowper - 1817 - 252 Seiten
...recollection at hand Soon hurries me hack to despair. But the sra-i'ou I is gone to her nest, The heast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cahin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 240 Seiten
...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...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, And... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 244 Seiten
...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...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, And... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 314 Seiten
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself laais behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...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 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1820 - 636 Seiten
...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...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 of rest,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1869 - 306 Seiten
...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...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 ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 280 Seiten
...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, In a moment I...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 rest, And I to... | |
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