 | 1908 - 376 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 sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | English poetry - 1908 - 464 pages
...with 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 seem...recollection at hand Soon. hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, 10 The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season... | |
 | Literature - 1910 - 542 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 sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - English poetry - 1909 - 636 pages
...fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, When I think of my own native land, In a moment I...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... | |
 | Sir William Warre - Generals - 1909 - 362 pages
...In his absence I am quite desamparado? Adieu, my dear Father. Daily in my own quiet hermitage, . . . When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas 1 recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair ; " to despair " is too strong, but certainly... | |
 | English poetry - 1910 - 606 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 sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | English poetry - 1910 - 298 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 sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of... | |
 | Oswald John Fredeick Crawford - 1910 - 240 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. Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging... | |
 | University of Calcutta - 1910 - 684 pages
...its flight The tempest itself lags behind And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. (</) I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - Castaways - 1911 - 448 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 rest,... | |
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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... 
