 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 258 pages
...the speed of its 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...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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 262 pages
...speed of its flight', The tempest itself lags behind', And the swift-winged arrows of lighr. When 1 think of my own native land', In a moment I seem to...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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 276 pages
...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 ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place ; And mercy — encouraging... | |
 | William Cowper - 1828 - 468 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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But, the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | 1828 - 398 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,...But, alas ! recollection, at hand. Soon hurries me hack to despair, But the sea- fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair: E'en here... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1829 - 318 pages
...a moment I seem to he there ; Juut, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me hark 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 of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place ; Gives even affliction... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 374 pages
...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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 pages
...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,...recollection, at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the aea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1830 - 244 pages
...with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing d arrows of li^ht. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...recollection at hand Soon hurries me, back to despair. T. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 pages
...never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The Jempost itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the scafowl is gone to her nest, The beast has laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
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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... 
