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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... "
The juvenaile poetical library; selected from the works of modern British ... - Page 186
edited by - 1839
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The Youth's magazine, or Evangelical miscellany

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

Thomas Hood - English literature - 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...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - English poetry - 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...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 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...
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The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - Almanacs - 1834 - 440 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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The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - Almanacs - 1834 - 432 pages
...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 and high ; I used lo iliink their slender spires Were close against the sky ! It was a childish ignorance, — Bot now...
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The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - Almanacs - 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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The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of ..., Volume 2

Songs - 1835 - 320 pages
...thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirits flew in feathers then, That are so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The...remember The fir trees dark and high: I used to think tneir slender tops Were close against the sky: To know I'm farther off from heav'u Than when I was...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 348 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...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...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 336 pages
...rememher, 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...And summer pools could hardly, cool The fever on my hrow ! I rememher, I rememher, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were...
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