 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 - 1801 - 284 páginas
...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, Ev'n here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place;... | |
 | William Cowper - 1802 - 328 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. ] vn. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1805 - 362 páginas
...of the mind! Compared 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! recolleftion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea-fowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1805 - 288 páginas
...behind, And the fwift wing'd 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. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, , The beaft is laid down in his lair ; E'en here is... | |
 | Thomas Tomkins - 1806 - 338 páginas
...mind,! 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,...sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Ev'n here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin * repair. There's mercy in every place... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 310 páginas
...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 ;...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea-vfcfwl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lairj Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 316 páginas
...fleet is a glance of the mind! . Compared with the speed of iw flight, The tempest itself lags Jbehind> 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.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1808 - 360 páginas
...mind '. Compar'd with the speed of it's flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 páginas
...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...at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. B,ut the sea fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season of rest, And... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 390 páginas
...mind! Compar'd with the speed of it ' s flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
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