 | 1787 - عدد الصفحات: 690
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The temped itfelf Ugs behind, And the fwift-»inged arrow of lighf. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I ieem to be there, But, alas'. Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to Defpiir. But the Геа-fowl... | |
 | John Wesley - 1783 - عدد الصفحات: 798
...Compared with the fpeed of its ftight, . The tempeft itfelf lags behind, , , ' And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas! Recolleftion at hand • -i. Soon hurries me back to defpair. ; . . But the fea-fowl is gone to her... | |
 | William Cowper - 1782 - عدد الصفحات: 384
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The bead is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a feafon of... | |
 | William Cowper - 1782 - عدد الصفحات: 378
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be therej But alas! recolkdtion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. = 7But the fea fowl is gone to... | |
 | William Cowper - 1786 - عدد الصفحات: 756
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itielf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land>...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a feafon of... | |
 | William Cowper - 1787 - عدد الصفحات: 334
...mind \ Compaf'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there i But alas 1 recollection at hand Soon hurries me Back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to... | |
 | William Cowper - 1788 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpecd of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a feafon... | |
 | 1788 - عدد الصفحات: 524
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempcll ittblf lags behind, And the fwift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to deipair. VII. , But the fea-fowl is gone to herneft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here... | |
 | 1788 - عدد الصفحات: 404
...mind! Coropar'd with the fpml of its flight, The temped itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-wing'd arrow of light. When I think, of my own native land, In a. moment I feeflu to be there, i-".\, alas! Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to Uclpair. $ut the fca-fowl... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1788 - عدد الصفحات: 556
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight. The tempeft itfeif lags behind, . And the fwift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment 1 feem to be there ; Eut alas ! recollenion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. Bat the fea-fowl... | |
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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 hurries... 
