 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 London Quarterly Review - Página 1811863Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | 1848 - 650 páginas
...away ! I remember, I remember, The fir trees, dark and high ; I used to think their slender spirei Were close against the sky ; It was a childish ignorance,...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy !" Dickens, says — " I recollect when I was a very young child, having a fancy that the reflection... | |
 | 1848 - 832 páginas
...linkings that the present give, With what is left behind." " I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high, I used to think their slender tops...close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, Bat now 'tis little joy — To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy." These and a... | |
 | 1849 - 396 páginas
...raccoon, in the woods, was equal to a grisly bear ; and a wild turkey was as tall as a giraffe ! " I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ;...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy." But really, this Tom Titmouse. What shall I do ? I have used up my paper, and must leave you, gentle... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 434 páginas
...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 ;...'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Thau when I was a boy. ivor. BY WORDSWORTH. THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said,... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1849 - 430 páginas
...flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I used to think their slender tops Were close against...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE PORTRAIT: BEING AH APOLOGY FOR NOT MAKING AN ATTEMJTT ON MY OWN LITE THE late inimitable Charles... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1849 - 118 páginas
...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 I'm... | |
 | Frederick Turell Gray - 1849 - 74 páginas
...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... | |
 | Frederick Turell Gray - 1849 - 92 páginas
...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... | |
 | Tyneside Naturalists' Field Club - 1854 - 378 páginas
...although the recollection tells us that the freshness, the sentiment, the poetry of life is gone. I remember, I remember, the fir-trees dark and high, I used to think their slender spires were close against the sky. I remember, I remember, the roses red and white, The violets and... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 780 páginas
...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'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE SONG OF THE SHIRT. With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly... | |
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