 | 1826 - 480 страници
...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 ! 2. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily cups — Those flowers... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1826 - 458 страници
...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 laburnum, on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet! I remember, I remember Where I was used... | |
 | 1826 - 390 страници
...born ; The little window, where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Or brought too long a day ; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! HOOD. SWEET scenes of my childhood ! how often do ye recur to my wearied heart ! Memory dwells upon... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1827 - 180 страници
...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 ! II. I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The vi'lets, and the lily- cups, Those flowers... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 страници
...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 remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily cups — Those flowers made... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 страници
...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 remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily cups — Those flowers made... | |
 | E. N - 1829 - 286 страници
...was born, The little window where the snn 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. T. HOOD. IN this state of torpor and inaction, Frank had remained for about an hour, when his ear was... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 страници
...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 remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily cups — Those flowers made... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon; V Nor brought too long a day ; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowers made... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 440 страници
...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 remember, I remember The roses red and while, The violets and the lily cups — Those flowers made... | |
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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... 
