 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 ! THOMAS HOOD.  Choice Literature - Page 3641912Full view - About this book
 | 1848 - 650 pages
...wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember, The fir trees, dark and high ; I used to think their slender spirei Were close against the sky ; It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm... | |
 | 1848 - 832 pages
...other days, Would break upon my mind, The linkings that the present give, With what is left behind." " I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high,...close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, Bat now 'tis little joy — To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy." These and a... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1849 - 118 pages
...laburnum on his birthday : The tree is living yet! I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows...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... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1849 - 430 pages
...on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing ; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows...summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 434 pages
...— The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing ; And thought the uir must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing : My spirit...The fever on my brow ! 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... | |
 | Frederick Turell Gray - 1849 - 74 pages
...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...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... | |
 | 1876 - 396 pages
...up the days of his childhood, a good man wrote : — " I remember, I remember Where I used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows...summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow." "We suppose most men and most women can remember when they used to swing. In ttic picture on page 120... | |
 | Frederick Turell Gray - 1849 - 92 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 pages
...yet ! MUTABILITY. 247 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...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... | |
 | 1851 - 496 pages
...yet ! I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh As swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers,...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... | |
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