 | William Cowper - 2003 - Liczba stron: 124
...the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift wing'd 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. 48 But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - Liczba stron: 778
...Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish 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! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift wing'd arrows... | |
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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 me back to despair. 
