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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... "
Prose and Verse - Страница 34
1845
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The Youth's magazine, or Evangelical miscellany, Том 12

1849
...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: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's Present

1826
...robins built, And where niv brother set The laburnum, on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I 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,...

Friendship's Offering: A Literary Album. L.

Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1826 - 13 страници
...wish the night Had borne my breath away ! The laburnum, on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet! I remember, I 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,...

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

Thomas Hood - 1827 - 222 страници
...built, And where my brother set The liburnam on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! III. I remember, I 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 now, And summer...

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

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829
...robins built, And where my brother set The labernum, on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I 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...

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

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829
...robins built, And where my brother set The labernum, on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I 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...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

1830 - 360 страници
...robins built, And where my brother set The labernum, on his birthday, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I 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...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 страници
...the robin built And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — The tree is living yet! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And...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 - 415 страници
...living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thoughl Ihe 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 coof The fever on my brow I I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark...

The Every Day Book: For Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 415 страници
...living yet ! I remember, I 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...




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