 | 1787 - 690 стор.
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The temped itfelf Ugs behind, And the fwift-»inged arrow of lighf. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I ieem to be there, But, alas'. Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to Defpiir. But the Геа-fowl... | |
 | John Wesley - 1783 - 798 стор.
...Compared with the fpeed of its ftight, . The tempeft itfelf lags behind, , , ' And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a...feem to be there ; But alas! Recolleftion at hand • -i. Soon hurries me back to defpair. ; . . But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid... | |
 | William Cowper - 1782 - 384 стор.
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The... | |
 | William Cowper - 1782 - 378 стор.
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be therej But alas! recolkdtion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. = 7But the fea fowl is gone to... | |
 | William Cowper - 1786 - 756 стор.
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itielf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land> In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The... | |
 | William Cowper - 1787 - 334 стор.
...Compaf'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there i But alas 1 recollection at hand Soon hurries me Back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to... | |
 | 1788 - 524 стор.
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempcll ittblf lags behind, And the fwift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to deipair. VII. , But the fea-fowl is gone to herneft,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1788 - 380 стор.
...Compar'd with the fpecd of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,, In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft,... | |
 | 1788 - 404 стор.
...the mind! Coropar'd with the fpml of its flight, The temped itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-wing'd arrow of light. When I think, of my own native land, In a. moment I feeflu to be there, i-".\, alas! Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to Uclpair. $ut the fca-fowl... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1788 - 556 стор.
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight. The tempeft itfeif lags behind, . And the fwift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment 1 feem to be there ; Eut alas ! recollenion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. Bat the fea-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... 
