 | 1845 - 624 pages
...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... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1826 - 458 pages
...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... | |
 | 1826 - 480 pages
...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... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1827 - 180 pages
...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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 pages
...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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 pages
...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... | |
 | 1828 - 644 pages
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 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 pages
...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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 432 pages
...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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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... 
