 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...  Poems - Strana 308podľa William Cowper - 1788Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - 1905 - Počet stránok 308
...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 me back to despair. 4& But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Katherine Devereux Blake, Georgia Alexander - 1906 - Počet stránok 106
...mind ! 6 Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest himself 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 ; 10 But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea... | |
 | 1908 - Počet stránok 376
...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 me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | 1908 - Počet stránok 464
...with 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 seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon. hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | 1910 - Počet stránok 542
...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 me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - 1909 - Počet stránok 636
...fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the seafowl... | |
 | Sir William Warre - 1909 - Počet stránok 362
...In his absence I am quite desamparado? Adieu, my dear Father. Daily in my own quiet hermitage, . . . When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas 1 recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair ; " to despair... | |
 | 1910 - Počet stránok 298
...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 me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | 1910 - Počet stránok 606
...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 me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Oswald John Fredeick Crawford - 1910 - Počet stránok 240
...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 me back to despair. Even here is a... | |
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