 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1801 - 280 pages
...yet have u friend, Though a friend J am never to gee. 6. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags...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... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1803 - 310 pages
...have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. • VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags...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 ; And mercy,... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1806 - 478 pages
...yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags...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, And mercy, encouraging... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 316 pages
...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...back -to despair. VII; But the sea-fowl is gone to hev YTeKf, The beast is laid down i'n 'his lair l Even here is a season ef rest, And I to 'my cabin... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 310 pages
...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 ;...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 of rest,... | |
 | William Cowper - English poetry - 1808 - 360 pages
...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,...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, And mercy, encouraging... | |
 | Charles Snart - Poetry - 1808 - 506 pages
...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...recollection 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 390 pages
...mind ! Compar'd with the speed of ifs flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...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, And mercy, encouraging... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 422 pages
...mind! Compar'd with the speed of if s flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...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, And mercy, encouraging... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers - 1810 - 262 pages
...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, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast... | |
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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... 
