 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...  Essays - Страница 160по Irene Clark Safford - 1920 - 259 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1845 - 624 страници
...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... | |
 | 1826 - 480 страници
...in feathers, then, That is so heavy, now ; And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I 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... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1826 - 458 страници
...in feathers, then, That is so heavy, now; And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I 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... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1827 - 180 страници
...feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! IV. I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high...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 fairest queen,... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 страници
...feathers, then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! • I remember, I 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 't is little joy To know... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 страници
...in feathers, then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I 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 't is little joy To know... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 страници
...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 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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...to think their slender tops AiVere close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little Joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE DEATH- BED. watched her breathing through the night Her breathing soft and low, As In her breast... | |
 | 1863 - 622 страници
...with all the more force because not forced. For example : — 1 1 remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.' Again: 'I saw thee, lovely Inez, Descend along the shore, With bands of noble pentlemen, And banners... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 440 страници
...my brow ! I remember, I 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 further off from heaven, Than when I was a boy ! FAMILY SYMPATHY. IN the reign of James the First,... | |
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