 | 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 - Gift books - 1826 - 458 pages
...often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! 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,... | |
 | Gift books - 1826 - 480 pages
...the robins built, And where niv 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,... | |
 | Thomas Hood - English literature - 1827 - 180 pages
...robin built, And where my brother set The liburnam on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! III. I remember, I 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 now, And summer... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1829 - 424 pages
...where the robins built, And where my brother set The labernum, 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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1829 - 476 pages
...where the robins built, And where my brother set The labernum, 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... | |
 | Lyre - English poetry - 1830 - 396 pages
...where the robins built, And where my brother set The labernum, on his birthday, — 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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...where the robin built And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — The tree is living yet! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing,...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 - Almanacs - 1834 - 440 pages
...living yet ! I remember, I 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... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - Almanacs - 1834 - 440 pages
...where the robins built, And where my brother set 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 afresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers, then, That is so heavy now,... | |
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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... 
