 | 1828 - 398 páginas
...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...But, alas ! recollection, at hand. Soon hurries me hack to despair, But the sea- fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair: E'en here... | |
 | William Jay - 1828 - 408 páginas
...islander — " But the sea-fowl is gone to her ne§t, v The beast is laid down in his lair ; " E'en here is a season of rest, " And I to my cabin repair. " There's mercy in every place, " And mercy, encouraging thought ! " Gives even affliction a grace,... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1829 - 318 páginas
...the speed of its flieht. The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. When 1 think of my own native land in a moment I seem to he there ; Juut, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hark to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl is... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1830 - 244 páginas
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing d arrows of li^ht. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me, back to despair. T. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 374 páginas
...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... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 páginas
...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 aea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1830 - 256 páginas
...speed of its flighf, The tempest itself lags behind', And the swift-winged arrows of light*. When 1 think of my own native land', In a moment I seem to be there* ; Buf , alas' ! recollection at hand', Soon hurries me back to despair*. 7 But the sea-fowl is gone... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 páginas
...with the speed of its flight, The Jempost 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 scafowl is gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | John J. Harrod - 1832 - 338 páginas
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind', Ahd 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. 7. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1832 - 260 páginas
...behind, And the swift-wingM arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I geem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7 But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The 1 least is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
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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... 
