 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
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 278 Seiten
...with the speed of ita 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 sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | William Cowper - 1821 - 556 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 sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair : Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 280 Seiten
...to be there ; But, alas 1 recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7- But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast 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... | |
 | John Bowdler - 1821 - 510 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 hand But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair : Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 278 Seiten
...lags behind; And the swift-winged arrows of light. When 1 think of my own native land, In a moment 1 seem to be there } But, alas ! 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 ; Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 310 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... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1822 - 322 Seiten
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the svvift-wing'd 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. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 562 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...to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurri§s me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down in his... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1822 - 312 Seiten
...speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, . And the swift- wing'd arrows of light. \Vhen 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... | |
 | Allen Fisk - 1822 - 192 Seiten
...ala» ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. Bat the sea-fowl is gone to her ne.-,--, The beast 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, encoui aging thought! Gives even affliction... | |
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