 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1824 - 1062 pages
...mind 1 Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged ood man learn'd to And quite forgot their vices in...to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1824 - 470 pages
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrovys of light. When I think of my own native land, In a...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... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 pages
...speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of lighl When J Uiink of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there...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... | |
 | 1824 - 588 pages
...flight, 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;...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iu his lair; There is mercy in every... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 446 pages
...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 is gone to her nest,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 450 pages
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native laud, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But, the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iit his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Minstrel - 1824 - 246 pages
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags hehind, And the swift winged arrows of light, \Vhen 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... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - History - 1825 - 404 pages
...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,...at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 pages
...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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the scafowl is gone to her nest; The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | William Cowper - 1825 - 244 pages
...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself Jags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...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... | |
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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... 
