 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
 | William Cowper - 1839 - 554 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 ! rocolleetion at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 362 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... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 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 is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair : Even here is a season of rest ;... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 260 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 - 1843 - 222 Seiten
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light V^hen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem...recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. 1. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 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 is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest, 1... | |
 | William Russell - 1844 - 428 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." The influence of the various kinds of verse on the voice, may be considered as affecting generally... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 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 ;3 Even here is a season of rest,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 Seiten
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags lie hind, 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 — is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down In his lair , Even here — is a season of... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 Seiten
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd ariows 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 — is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here — is a season of... | |
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