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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... "
English Spoken and Written: Lessons in language, literature, and composition - Trang 205
bởi Henry Pendexter Emerson, Ida Catherine Bender - 1908
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The Youth's magazine, or Evangelical miscellany

1845 - 624 trang
...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...

Friendship's Offering: A Literary Album. L.

Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1826 - 458 trang
...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...

Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's Present

1826 - 480 trang
...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...

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

Thomas Hood - 1827 - 180 trang
...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,...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Tập 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 trang
...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...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Tập 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 trang
...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...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 trang
...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...

The London Quarterly Review, Tập 113-114

1863 - 622 trang
...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...'tis little joy To know 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...

The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 440 trang
...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,...

The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 432 trang
...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 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...




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