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" I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away !... "
The poetical reader for school and home use, ed. by J.C. Curtis - Page 27
edited by - 1863
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 500 pages
...house where I was bom, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now, I...and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light ! The lilaes where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree...
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Poems, Volume 2

Thomas Hood - 1846
...house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often...remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The vi'lets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built, And where...
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The Dublin Review, Volume 20

Nicholas Patrick Wiseman - 1846
...house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! 1846.] Hood's Poems. 405 2. " I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The vi'lets and the...
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Poems, Volume 2

Thomas Hood - 1846
...house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; lie never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! n. I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The vi'lets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers...
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The Drawing-room magazine: or, Ladies book of fancy needlework and choice ...

1848
...where I was born, The little window, where the sun Came peeping in, at morn ; It never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often...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...
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The Metropolitan, Volume 49

English literature - 1847
...house where I was born ; The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn. He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away." The inn, like everything else, remained just as I had last seen it, — the old sign, supported by...
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Prose and Verse

Thomas Hood - 1849 - 401 pages
...house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at mom : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now, I...Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I...
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Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets

Joseph Guy - 1849
...house where I was born : The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn. He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day : But now, I...remember, The roses red and white, The violets and the lily cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set...
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Prose and verse

Thomas Hood - 1849
...house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often...borne my breath away. I remember, I remember, The roses—red and white; The violets and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where...
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My Teacher's New Year's Present: For the Year 1849

Frederick Turell Gray - Gift books - 1849 - 64 pages
...where I was born,, The little window, where the sun Came peeping in, at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away 1 I remember, I remember The roses red and white,. The Tiolets and lily-cups, Those flowers made of...
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