 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
 | Caroline Anne Southey - 1836 - 306 Seiten
...trust On the strength that can never fail. "HOW SWIFT IS A GLANCE OF THE MIND 1 " AN EXILE'S SONG. " When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there." THAT flower, that flower! Oh! pluck that flower for me ! There, in the running stream, Its silvery*... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 448 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 438 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1837 - 534 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 - 1837 - 276 Seiten
...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 mercy—encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace, . .tl And I to iny cabin repair. There's... | |
 | John Howell - 1837 - 154 Seiten
...behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seern to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest,... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1838 - 346 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...seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand 7. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ;* Even here is a season... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 Seiten
...Though a friend I am never to see. 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 is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1839 - 276 Seiten
...with the speed of its Sight, The tempest itself lags behind, Aad^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, j The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest,... | |
 | John Angell James - 1859 - 196 Seiten
...of its Sight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. " When I tlvink of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there...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... | |
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