 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
 | 1913 - 264 Seiten
...in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. Milton: Paradise Lost. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. Cowper. Home, kindred, friends, and country — these Are things with which we never part; From clime... | |
 | Charles Swain Thomas - 1913 - 104 Seiten
...friend I am never to see. The tempest itself lags behind, 35 And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 40 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lab-; Even here is a season... | |
 | Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry - 1914 - 334 Seiten
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. »5 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, M The beast is laid down in his lair, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy... | |
 | William Holman Hunt - 1914 - 388 Seiten
...the speed of its flight. The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. \Yhen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. COWPER. THE mountains, the sea, and the middle distance on my canvas were now completed, and I was... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 Seiten
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. 'd there was, All garlanded with carven imag'ries...and bunches of knot-grass, no And diamonded with sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, 5o Even here is a season of rest,... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 Seiten
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light light-piece. Love, we are in God's hand. How strange now looks the life he m 1 recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast... | |
 | 1918 - 2062 Seiten
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. doors from nightly harm: Or let my Lamp, at midnight...Tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear, With thri sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | Henry Festing Jones - 1920 - 548 Seiten
...a true poet). He evidently found comfort in bed. He makes Alexander Selkirk say : But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his...I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place — I quoted these sweet lines to iMr. Garnett the other day, but he didn't seem to think they were... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 524 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...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 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. • Locksley Hall But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here... | |
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