 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...  Legends of mount Leinster, by Harry Whitney - Page 232by Patrick Kennedy - 1855 - 283 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1801 - 280 pages
...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. 7. But the s«a-fowl is gone to her Jiest,... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1803 - 310 pages
...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. VII. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 310 pages
...fltgtr, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of ligUt. 'VVheri I think of ray 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-vfcfwl is gone to her... | |
 | Charles Snart - Poetry - 1808 - 506 pages
...the speed of its flight ! The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. oo When I think on my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. B,ut the sea fowl is gone to her nest,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers - 1810 - 262 pages
...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 I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 390 pages
...of ifs 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. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest,... | |
 | John Palmer - 1811 - 244 pages
...it's 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 ! THE blow which Philip had sustain'd,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1812 - 396 pages
...it's 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. , VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest,... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1814 - 496 pages
...it's 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; Bnt alas! recollection at hand Soon hnrries me back to despair. VII. Bnt the seafowl is gone to her... | |
 | Lindley Murray - English language - 1816 - 328 pages
...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 band, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest.... | |
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