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" I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The... "
The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With Some Account of the Author. In Four ... - Sivu 280
tekijä(t) Thomas Hood - 1861
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The Youth's magazine, or Evangelical miscellany

1845 - 624 sivua
...guilt. To him, in a worse sense than the poet meant it, the beautiful but melancholy verse applies : — I remember — I remember The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their spiry tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy, To KNOW...

Friendship's Offering: A Literary Album. L.

Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1826 - 458 sivua
...remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; —My spirit flew in feathers, then, That is so heavy,...trees, dark and high ; I used to think their slender spires Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance,— But now 'tis little joy To know...

Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's Present

1826 - 480 sivua
...remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; —My spirit flew in feathers, then, That is so heavy,...trees, dark and high ; I used to think their slender spires Were close against the sky ; It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy To know...

The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and ...

Thomas Hood - 1827 - 180 sivua
...remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush ai fresh To swallows on the wing ; M My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy...summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! IV. I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Nide 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 sivua
...remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; — My spirit flew in feathers, then, That is so heavy...trees, dark and high ; I used to think their slender spires Were close against the sky ! It was a childish ignorance, — But now 't is little joy To know...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Nide 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 sivua
...remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; — My spirit flew in feathers, then, That is so heavy...trees, dark and high ; I used to think their slender spires Were close against the sky ! It was a childish ignorance, — But now 't is little joy To know...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 sivua
...remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; — My spirit flew in feathers, then, That is so heavy now, And the summer pool could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! 1 remember, I remember The fir trees, dark...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sivua
...remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy...summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow I I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops AiVere close...

The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 432 sivua
...remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush afresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers, then, That is so heavy now, And the summer pool can scarcely cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark...

The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 432 sivua
...feathers, then, That is so heavy now, And the summer pool can scarcely coof The fever on my brow I I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used lo iliink their slender spires Were close against the sky ! It was a childish ignorance, — Bot now...




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