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... Crusoe, written by himself [by D. Defoe - Página 551por Daniel Defoe - 1815Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| William Cowper - 1788 - 380 páginas
...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, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is... | |
| William Cowper - 1793 - 378 páginas
...of the mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempef t 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! recolleclion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea-fowl... | |
| 1787 - 690 páginas
...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... | |
| Mr. Addison - 1794 - 254 páginas
...mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight; The Tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-winged arrow of Light. When I think of my own native land. In a moment I feem to be there j But alas! Recollection, at hand, Soon hurries me back to Defpair. But the fea-fowl... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 páginas
...¡ni,,d '— Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The temped itfelf. lags behind, And the fwifc-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I fecm to be there ; Bur, alas ! recollcftion at hand Soon hurries me bade to ib fpair. But the fea-fowl... | |
| John Wesley - 1783 - 798 páginas
...mind! 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 moment I feem to be there ; But alas! Recolleftion at hand • -i. Soon hurries me back to defpair. ; . . But... | |
| Lindley Murray - 1799 - 408 páginas
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwifWing'd arrows ef 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. But the fea-fowl... | |
| William Cowper - 1800 - 420 páginas
...How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season... | |
| English poetry - 1801 - 224 páginas
...fleet is a glance of the mind ! — Compar'd with the speed of its flight , The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift - winged arrows of light. When...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, Ev'n here is a season of rest... | |
| William Cowper - 1801 - 280 páginas
...How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the s«a-fowl is gone to her Jiest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season... | |
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