 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...  Poems - Стр. 248авторы: William Cowper - 1810 - Страниц: 368Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - Страниц: 490
...mind ! Coaipar'd with the speed of its flight, The tem|K->t itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I stem to be there; But, al.is ! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1817 - Страниц: 290
...«peed of its The tempest itself lags behind, , And the, swift wing'd arrows of light. When 1 thirk of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hapd Soon hurries me back to despair. E'en here is a season of rest, And I to my cabio repair. There's... | |
 | William Cowper - 1817 - Страниц: 252
...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags hehind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land. In a moment I seem to he there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hack to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - Страниц: 240
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...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 rest,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - Страниц: 448
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. o 3 150 ON EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest The beast is laid down in his... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - Страниц: 244
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...there; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hack to despair. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The heast is laid down in his lair ; Even here... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - Страниц: 314
...How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself laais behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. vn. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - Страниц: 244
...Though a friend I am never to see. 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. AVhen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1820 - Страниц: 636
...Though a friend I am never to see. * How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair : E'en here is a season... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - Страниц: 278
...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of ita flight, The tempest itself lags behind,' And the swift-winged...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 season of... | |
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