 | John Bowdler - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...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 has laid down in his lair : Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 322
...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 is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 562
...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 is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down in his... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...tempest itself lags behind, . And the swift- wing'd arrows of light. \Vhen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at band Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down... | |
 | 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 936
...itself lags behind, And the swift- winged arrows of light. VS hen I think on my own native land, III - ^8{ uz Q \ " l8 mP % F Y E b P}mل 33 $ / d @ O^}D P#K # 81 Lq53 N But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season of... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...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. 7. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair.; Even here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...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 ; 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 season of... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 450
...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... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 1062
...tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, eir woe; Careless their merits or their faults 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... | |
 | 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 588
...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; But alas! 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... | |
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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... 
