 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 265podľa William Cowper - 1800Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | William Russell - 1845 - Počet stránok 410
...mind ! Compar'd 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 Soon hurries me back to despair." The influence of... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - Počet stránok 490
...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... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1845 - Počet stránok 348
...mind ! Compar'd 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 Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - Počet stránok 334
...the mind! Compur'd with the speed of iu flight. The tempest itself Ings 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, Boon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl—is... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - Počet stránok 390
...mind : Compar'd 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 seem to be there', But, alas: recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - Počet stránok 330
...Compar'd 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 seem to be there*, But, alas ! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - Počet stránok 396
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd artows of light When I think of my own native land. In a moment, 1 seem to be there; But. alas! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me buck to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1902 - Počet stránok 406
...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... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1902 - Počet stránok 394
...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... | |
 | Richard Garnett - 1902 - Počet stránok 296
...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... | |
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