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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 Pastor's Gift to the Pupils of the Bulfinch Street Sunday School ...

Frederick Turell Gray - 1849 - 80 pages
...where I was born-, The little window,, where the SUB 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 violets and lily-cups, Those flowers made of light, — The lilacs where the robins built, And...
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Selections from the British Poets: Chronologically Arranged from Chaucer to ...

English poetry - 1851
...THOMAS HOOD. BOKN, 1800; DIED, 1844. EEMEMBEANCES. I BEMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was bom, The little window, where the sun, Came peeping in...remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh As swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers, then, That is so heavy now,...
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Select English poetry, with notes by E. Hughes

Edward Hughes - 1851
...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...laburnum, on his birth-day — The tree is living yet ! MUTABILITY. 247 I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1851 - 746 pages
...where I was horn — 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...Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday — The tree is living yet ! I remember,...
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Sketches of the poetical literature of the past half-century in six lectures

David Macbeth Moir - English poetry - 1851 - 330 pages
...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...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 growing yet !...
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Forget-me-not: Or, the Philipena

English poetry - 1852 - 128 pages
...where I was born, The little window, where the sun Cume peeping in, at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now, I...and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those fiowerg made oflighl; The lilacs, where the robins built, And where my brother set The laburnum, on...
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Hausschatz englischer Poesie: Auswahl aus den Werken der bedeutendsten ...

Oskar Ludweg Beruhard Wolff - English poetry - 1852 - 399 pages
...remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : 336 Hood. But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath...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...
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The Book of Eloquence: A Collection of Extracts in Prose and Verse, from the ...

Readers - 1853 - 452 pages
...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...lily-cups, Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs whore the robin built, And where my brother set The liburuam on his birth-day — The tree is living...
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Forget-me-not: Or, the Philipena

J. S. Lunt - English poetry - 1853 - 128 pages
...I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowera made oflight; The lilacs, where the robins built, And where my brother...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...
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The advanced prose and poetical reader, by A.W. Buchan

Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854
...where 1 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...laburnum, on his birth-day — The tree is living yet ! 1 remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh As swallows...
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