 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
 | Lindley Murray - 1822 - 312 páginas
...speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, . And the swift- wing'd arrows of light. \Vhen 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, The beast is laid down... | |
 | English poetry, William Fordyce Mavor - 1823 - 502 páginas
...is a glance of the mind ! /, Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...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... | |
 | 1823 - 936 páginas
...itself lags behind, And the swift- winged arrows of light. VS hen I think on my own native land, III a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection...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... | |
 | Select readings - 1824 - 300 páginas
...is a glance of the mind — Compar'd with the speed of its flight ; The tempest itself lags hehind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think...sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair : Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There is mercy in every place,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 páginas
...mind 1 Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield. Thus unlamented...and pageant of a day ! So perish all, whose breast in his lair; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 470 páginas
...Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrovys of light. When I think of my own native land, In a...seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place,... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 páginas
...speed of its flight, The tempest Itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'jd arrows of lighl When I tnink of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there...sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place,... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1824 - 396 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 sea fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair.; Even here is a season... | |
 | Minstrel - 1824 - 246 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...think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to he there ; liut alas ! recollection at hand 220 But thf sea fowl i? {rone to her nest. The biMM i laid... | |
 | 1824 - 588 páginas
...flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When 1 think of my'own native land, • ' , In a moment I seem to be there;...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iu his lair; There is mercy in every... | |
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