| 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 Hood - 1827 - 180 pages
...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 ; 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... | |
| 1828 - 644 pages
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| Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 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... | |
| 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... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pages
...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 on the wing : My spirit...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... | |
| 1852 - 590 pages
...rush as fresh To swallows on the wing. My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now ; Aud summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, 1 remember, The fir trees dark and high, I used to think their slender spires Were close ayuinst the... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...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 on the wing: My spirit flew...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... | |
| Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 pages
...tree is living yet ! II remember, I remember, / Where I was used to swing ; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing : \ My spirit...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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