 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...  The junior book of poetry [ed.] by W. Davis - 第19页编者： - 1877全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 页
...yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Cornpar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags...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 back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | William Cowper - 1814 - 496 页
...mind I 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. In a moment I seem to be there; Bnt alas! recollection at hand Soon hnrries me back to despair. VII. Bnt the seafowl is gone to her... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - 262 页
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags 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 The beaft is laid down in his lair ; "Even here... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1815 - 602 页
...yet have a friend, Though a friend T am never to see. 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. i When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there;... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1816 - 328 页
...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,...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... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 页
...mind ! Coaipar'd with the speed of its flight, The tem|K->t itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I stem to be there; But, al.is ! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1817 - 290 页
...«peed of its The tempest itself lags behind, , And the, swift wing'd arrows of light. When 1 thirk of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hapd Soon hurries me back to despair. E'en here is a season of rest, And I to my cabio repair. There's... | |
 | William Cowper - 1817 - 252 页
...or a thonght after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Thongh a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags hehind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land. In a moment I seem... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 448 页
...or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. o 3 150 ON EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest The beast is laid down in his... | |
 | William Cowper - 1818 - 244 页
...or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed...there; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hack to despair. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The heast is laid down in his lair ; Even here... | |
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