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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. "
The Yale Literary Magazine - Page 286
1846
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Forget-me-not: Or, the Philipena

Mrs. J. S. F. Lunt - English poetry - 1853 - 128 pages
...robins built, And where my 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...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, with a Biographical Sketch

Thomas Hood - 1854 - 490 pages
...the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing,...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...
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Poems

Thomas Hood - English poetry - 1854 - 388 pages
...the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing,...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...
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PROSE AND VERSE

THOMAS HOOD - 1854
...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 fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a...
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A Gift for My Young Friends

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - Children's poetry - 1854 - 260 pages
...cups — Those flowers made of light ; The laburnum, on his birthday, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush afresR To swallows on the wing ; My spirits flew in feathers, then, That is so heavy now,...
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The advanced prose and poetical reader, by A.W. Buchan

Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854
...robins built, And where my brother set The laburnum, on his birth-day — The tree is living yet ! 1 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, then, That is so heavy now,...
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The Book of Oratory: A New Collection of Extracts in Prose, Poetry and ...

Readers - 1856 - 500 pages
...the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing...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...
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Englische Dichter. Eine Auswahl englischer Dichtungen mit deutscher Uebers ...

English poetry - 1856 - 735 pages
...robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth -day, — The tree is living yet ! 1 remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing ;...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...
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Select specimens of English poetry

Edward Hughes - 1856
...thought the air would 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 hrow ! I rememher, I rememher, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender spires,...
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Poems

Thomas Hood - 1857 - 388 pages
...the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing,...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...
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