 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 hurries...  The British anthology; or, Poetical library - Страница 33написао/ла British anthology - 1825Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | 1824 - 492 страница
...description over the mere explanations of a lecturer, or the solitary reflections of an individual. " How fleet is a glance of the mind, Compared with the speed of its flight ! Tin: tempest itself lags behind, And the swift- winged arrows of light." Many valuable branches of... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 470 страница
...yet have a friend, Though a triend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrovys of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas !... | |
 | Minstrel - 1824 - 246 страница
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags hehind, And the swift winged arrows of light, \Vhen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to he there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hack to despair. But the sea fowl is gone... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1824 - 396 страница
...yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. 6. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd 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 ;... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1825 - 404 страница
...mind ! Compar'd 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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 270 страница
...friend, Though a friend 1 am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the spefrd of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And...light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment 1 seem to be there ; But, ii>»! recollection at hand Suron hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1825 - 316 страница
...think of my own native land, • Compar'd with the speed of its flight. The tempest itself lags behind, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas! 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1825 - 244 страница
...send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself Jags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 286 страница
...yt-t have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. 6 How fleet is a glance of the mind ! 'Compar'd with, the speed of its flight, The tempest, itself...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 ; * £ven here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 264 страница
...am never to see. 6. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compai'd with the speed of its flight, 1 he tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is gone toiler nest, The beast is laid down in his lair-; Even here is a season... | |
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