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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 ! I... "
My Life: A Record of Events and Opinions - Page 28
by Alfred Russel Wallace - 1905
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Poems, 2. köide

Thomas Hood - 1846 - 300 lehte
...common rill, Before her feet will turn again To meet her father's will ! I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. i. 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...
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Poems, 1. köide

Thomas Hood - 1846 - 292 lehte
...common rill, Before her feet will turn again To meet her father's will ! I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. i. I REMEMBER, I remember, The 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...
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Poems, 2. köide

Thomas Hood - 1846 - 672 lehte
...him 1 What anybody 'teal him for ? Why, for sure, to buy sugar !" I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I BEMEMBER, 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...
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The Metropolitan Magazine, 49. köide

1847 - 488 lehte
...inn, repeating as I did so those chaste, yet unpretending stanzas from the pen of Thomas Hood, — " 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...
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The Metropolitan, 49. köide

1847 - 482 lehte
...inn, repeating as I did so those chaste, yet unpretending stanzas from the pen of Thomas Hood, — " 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...
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The Drawing-room magazine: or, Ladies book of fancy needlework and choice ...

1848 - 650 lehte
...expressed, which want of space alone prevents us from quoting entire. " I remember, I remember The boose 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 wish the night...
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My Teacher's New Year's Present: For the Year 1849

Frederick Turell Gray - 1849 - 74 lehte
...gentle part ; For God will turn his love away From the cruel, selfish heart. CHILDHOOD. BY T. HOOD. 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...
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Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets

Joseph Guy - 1849 - 118 lehte
...thy world serene, Poor wearied pilgrim, in this toiling scene! I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. THOMAS HOOD. 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...
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Prose and Verse

Thomas Hood - 1849 - 430 lehte
...'teal him for ? Why, for sure, to luy sugar !" 34 PROSE AND VERSE. I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I BEMEMBER, I remember, The 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 often wish the night...
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The Pastor's Gift to the Pupils of the Bulfinch Street Sunday School ...

Frederick Turell Gray - 1849 - 92 lehte
...For God will turn his love away Prom the cruel, selfish heart. CHILDHOOD. BY T. BOOI>. I BEMEMBEK, I remember The house 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,...
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