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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... "
Apis matina: Verses translated and original - Page 6
by Edward Mallet Young - 1900 - 207 pages
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The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and ...

English literature - 1845 - 614 pages
...the robin built, And where my brother set The liburnam on his birth-day— The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember. Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fre«t To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer...
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Poems, Volume 1

Thomas Hood - 1846 - 292 pages
...brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where l was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as...the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is KO heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I remember The...
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The New-England Pocket Songster: A Choice Collection of Popular Songs, New ...

Ballads, American - 1846 - 166 pages
...the robin built, And where my brother set The liburnum on his birth-day — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing,...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 v>°l The fever...
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The Drawing-room magazine: or, Ladies book of fancy needlework and choice ...

1848 - 650 pages
...wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath 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, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm...
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Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets

Joseph Guy - 1849 - 118 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,...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...
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Prose and Verse

Thomas Hood - 1849 - 430 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...summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now...
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The Juvenile companion, and Sunday-school hive [afterw.] The ..., Volumes 25-26

1876 - 396 pages
...CHILDREN calling up the days of his childhood, a good man wrote : — " I remember, I remember Where I used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh...summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow." "We suppose most men and most women can remember when they used to swing. In ttic picture on page 120...
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My Teacher's New Year's Present: For the Year 1849

Frederick Turell Gray - Gift books - 1849 - 74 pages
...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 as fresh To swallows on the wing. My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now...
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The Pastor's Gift to the Pupils of the Bulfinch Street Sunday School ...

Frederick Turell Gray - 1849 - 92 pages
...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 as fresh To swallows on the wing. My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now...
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The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]., Volume 4

Robert Kemp Philp - 434 pages
...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 ; And thought the uir must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing : My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy...
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