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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... "
Poems - Page 308
by William Cowper - 1788
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The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 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...
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The English Reader; Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1811 - 286 pages
...a glance of the mind ! Compared with the fpeed of its flight. The tempeft itfelf lags behind, A*id the fwift winged arrows of light, When I think of...to be there ; -' But, alas ! recollection at hand • j Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft The beaft is laid down...
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Like Master Like Man: A Novel ...

John Palmer - 1811 - 244 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, In a moment I seem to be there; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair ! THE blow which...
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Poems, Volume 1

William Cowper - 1812 - 396 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, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. , VII. But the seafowl...
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The English Reader, Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 pages
...mind ! Cornpar'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 1 seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl...
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Poems by William Cowper ...

William Cowper - 1814 - 496 pages
...of the mind I 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. In a moment I seem to be there; Bnt alas! recollection at hand Soon hnrries me back to despair. VII. Bnt the seafowl...
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The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1815 - 262 pages
...mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-wing'd arrows of light. •When I think of my own native...feem to be there : But alas ! recollection at hand The beaft is laid down in his lair ; "Even here is a feafon of reft, Soon hurries me back to defpair....
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Crusoe, written by himself [by D. Defoe

Daniel Defoe - 1815 - 602 pages
...the speed of its flight; The tempest itself lags behind«, And the swift winged arrows of light. i 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. But the sea- fowl...
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The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1816 - 328 pages
...of the 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 ! recollection at band, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl...
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Elegant extracts in poetry, Volume 2

Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pages
...of the mind ! Coaipar'd with the speed of its flight, The tem|K->t itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I stem to be there; But, al.is ! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl...
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