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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! "
Forget-me-not: Or, the Philipena - Page 14
1852 - 128 pages
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Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's Present

Gift books - 1826 - 480 pages
...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 ; And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I remember The fir trees, dark and...
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Friendship's Offering: A Literary Album. L.

Thomas Kibble Hervey - Gift books - 1826 - 458 pages
...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; And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I remember The fir trees, dark and...
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The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and ...

Thomas Hood - English literature - 1827 - 240 pages
...living yet ! I. III. 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 ! IV. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark...
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The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and ...

Thomas Hood - English literature - 1827 - 180 pages
...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 pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! IV. I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark...
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1829 - 424 pages
...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, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I remember The fir trees, dark and...
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1829 - 476 pages
...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, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! • I remember, I remember The fir trees, dark...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - English poetry - 1830 - 396 pages
...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...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...
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The Every Day Book for Youth

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 and high ; I used...
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The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - Almanacs - 1834 - 432 pages
...living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thoughl Ihe 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 coof The fever on my brow I I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 336 pages
...tree is living yet ! I rememher, I rememher, 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 hrow ! I rememher, I rememher, The fir trees dark and...
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