 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 544 pages
...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...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 tops Were close... | |
 | ...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...summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high; 1 used to think their slender tops Were close... | |
 | Diane Ravitch - 2006 - 486 pages
...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...summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heav'n Than when I was a boy. JOHN HENRY NEWMAN... | |
 | Carol A. Adams - 2007 - 146 pages
...remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wind; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy...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 tops Were close... | |
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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... 
