 | Book - 1841 - 164 стор.
...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, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair ! But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 260 стор.
...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, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Russell - 1844 - 428 стор.
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift- 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 back to despair." The influence of... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 стор.
...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 me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1845 - 348 стор.
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-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 back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Russell - 1845 - 410 стор.
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift- 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 back to despair." The influence of... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 стор.
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags lie hind, 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. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 стор.
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd ariows 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. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 стор.
...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 me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 стор.
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd artows of light When I think of my own native land. In a moment, 1 seem to be there; But. alas! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me buck to despair. But the sea-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... 
