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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... "
The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry Selected from the Best ... - Page 313
by Lindley Murray - 1799 - 356 lehte
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The Scots Magazine, 49. köide

1787 - 690 lehte
...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The temped itfelf Ugs behind, And the fwift-»inged arrow of lighf. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I ieem to be there, But, alas'. Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to Defpiir. But the Геа-fowl...
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The Arminian Magazine: Consisting of Extracts and Original ..., 6. köide

John Wesley - 1783 - 798 lehte
...Compared with the fpeed of its ftight, . The tempeft itfelf lags behind, , , ' And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas! Recolleftion at hand • -i. Soon hurries me back to defpair. ; . . But the fea-fowl is gone to her...
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Poems, 1. köide

William Cowper - 1782 - 384 lehte
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The bead is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a feafon of...
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Poems, 1. köide

William Cowper - 1782 - 378 lehte
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be therej But alas! recolkdtion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. = 7But the fea fowl is gone to...
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Poems, 1. köide

William Cowper - 1786 - 756 lehte
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itielf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land>...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. 7But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a feafon of...
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Poems: By William Cowper, ... In Two Volumes. ...

William Cowper - 1787 - 334 lehte
...mind \ Compaf'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there i But alas 1 recollection at hand Soon hurries me Back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to...
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Poems, 1. köide

William Cowper - 1788 - 380 lehte
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpecd of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a feafon...
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Annual Register of World Events, 28. köide

1788 - 524 lehte
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempcll ittblf lags behind, And the fwift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to deipair. VII. , But the fea-fowl is gone to herneft, The beaft is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here...
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The County Magazine, 1. köide

1788 - 404 lehte
...mind! Coropar'd with the fpml of its flight, The temped itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-wing'd arrow of light. When I think, of my own native land, In a. moment I feeflu to be there, i-".\, alas! Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to Uclpair. $ut the fca-fowl...
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Annual Register, 28. köide

Edmund Burke - 1788 - 556 lehte
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight. The tempeft itfeif lags behind, . And the fwift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment 1 feem to be there ; Eut alas ! recollenion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. Bat the fea-fowl...
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