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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... "
The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. Buchan - Страница 49
под редакцията на - 1861
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The Book of Oratory: A New Collection of Extracts in Prose, Poetry and ...

1856 - 518 страници
...RICHARD BACON, Ja, 9. I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born ; The little window where the sun Came peeping in at...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...

Englische Dichter: Eine Auswahl englischer Dichtungen mit deutscher Uebersetzung

1856 - 754 страници
...my harvest and my home. I remember, I remember. I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at...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...

Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-century

David Macbeth Moir - 1856 - 360 страници
...touching associations of the following voluntary:— " I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at...now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! 1 remember, I remember The roses red and white, The violets and the lily-cups, Those flowers made...

Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-century

David Macbeth Moir - 1856 - 358 страници
...wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ' 1 remember, I remember The roses red and white, The...Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother Bet The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is growing yet !...

A collection of poems from various authors, fo young persons

Collection - 1856 - 120 страници
...too short To utter all thy praise. Remembrances. I REMEMBEB, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window, where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a week too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; — But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath...

The illustrated Webster reader

Noah Webster - 1856 - 168 страници
...LESSON CXCVII. RE-MEM-BRAN-CES. I RE-MEM-BER, I re-mem-ber, The house where I was born, The lit-le win-dow where the sun Came peep-ing in at morn; He nev-er came a week too soon, Nor brought too long a day;— But now I oft-en wish the night Had borne my breath a-way!...

The Primary Standard Speaker

Epes Sargent - 1857 - 164 страници
...PRIMARY STANDARD SPEAKER. I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at...Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day — I remember, I remember, Where...

Poems

Thomas Hood - 1857 - 420 страници
...meet her father's will ! 1 BEMEMBEB, I REMEMBER. I BEMEMBEB, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at...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...

Goodrich's Fifth School Reader

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1857 - 394 страници
...ig'no-ra«ce la. RECOLLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD. 1. I REMEMBER, I remember, the house where I was born; The little window where the sun came peeping in at...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...

English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 страници
...unless he's sent ahove '.) I BEMEMBER, I REMEMBER I rememher, I rememher The house where I was horn— The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor hrought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had horne my hreath away. I rememher, I rememher...




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