 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
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1912 - 504 páginas
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. 20 When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem...to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, 25 The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There... | |
 | Kate Forrest Oswell, Charles Benajah Gilbert - 1912 - 520 páginas
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. 45 When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, 50 The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest,... | |
 | 1912 - 80 páginas
...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; -28— But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to... | |
 | Charles Swain Thomas - 1913 - 104 páginas
...friend, Though a friend I am never to see. The tempest itself lags behind, 35 And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 40 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lab-; Even here is a season... | |
 | 1913 - 264 páginas
...in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. Milton: Paradise Lost. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. Cowper. Home, kindred, friends, and country — these Are things with which we never part; From clime... | |
 | Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry - 1914 - 334 páginas
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. »5 When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea fowl has gone to her nest, M The beast is laid down in his lair, And I to my cabin repair. There's... | |
 | William Holman Hunt - 1914 - 388 páginas
...the speed of its flight. The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. \Yhen I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. COWPER. THE mountains, the sea, and the middle distance on my canvas were now completed, and I was... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 páginas
...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,...sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, I'.ven here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There 's mercy in every place,... | |
 | Daniel Defoe, Lida Brown McMurry, Mary Hall Husted - 1904 - 136 páginas
...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 thereBut, alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. "But the sea-fowl has gone to... | |
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