 | Charles Knight - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 636
...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... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 278
...mind ! Compar'd with the speed of ita 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 556
...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... | |
 | John Bowdler - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...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 But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...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. But the sea fowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 278
...behind; And the swift-winged arrows of light. When 1 think of my own native land, In a moment 1 seem to be there } But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 562
...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 ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurri§s me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 322
...mind! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the svvift-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 hack to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 936
...behind, And the swift- winged arrows of light. VS hen I think on my own native land, III a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempeat itself lags behind, Arid the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-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... 
