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" I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy. "
The Border Magazine: An Illustrated Monthly - Страница 32
под редакцията на - 1903
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The Youth's magazine, or Evangelical miscellany

1845 - 624 страници
...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,...I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! "SirFowell Buxton delighted in children, and they, with their instinctive perception of those that...

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

1826 - 480 страници
...remember The fir 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...I'm further off from heaven, Than when I was a boy ! THE NEW YEAR. 1. A YEAR— another year— has fled ! Here let me rest awhile, As they who stand...

Friendship's Offering: A Literary Album. L.

Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1826 - 458 страници
...remember The fir 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...I'm further off from heaven, Than when I was a boy ! THE NEW YEAR. l. A YEAR—another year—has fled ! Here let me rest awhile, As they who stand around...

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

Thomas Hood - 1827 - 180 страници
...remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heav'u Than when I was a boy. BALLAD. SIGH on sad heart, for Love's eclipse, And Beauty's...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 страници
...remember The fir 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...I'm further off from heaven, Than when I was a boy ! THE EAST INDIAMAN. DY THE AUTHOR OF ROUGE ET NOIR. How like • yonnker, or > prodigal, The scarfed...

The London Quarterly Review, Томове 113–114

1863 - 622 страници
...remember, The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.' Again: 'I saw thee, lovely Inez, Descend along the...

The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 440 страници
...remember, The fir 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 I 'm farther off from heaven, Than when I was a boy ! FAMILY SYMPATHY. IN the reign of James the First,...

The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Том 6

1835 - 534 страници
...pine trees, dark and high ; I used tu think their slender tops \\ ею cluxe. <IL' ainsi thr. sky ; It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy To know Гт./аг/Лсг i>/T./rom Hcareti Than when I was a boy Г In truth, if one wishes to preserve the...

The Young Man's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the Works ...

1838 - 332 страници
...think their slender spires Were clowe against the sky ! It was a childish ignorance, — But now 't is little joy To know I'm further off from heaven, Than when I was a boy ! HOOD. THE EAST INDIAMAN. How like a younker, or a prodigal, The scarfed bark puts from her native...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...rememher, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance. But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heav'n Than when I was a bov. ODE. OH ! well may poets make a fuss In summer time,...




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