 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 Every Day Book for Youth - Page 249by Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 415 pagesFull view - About this book
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...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. THOMAS HOOD I have been out of the barrio for many years and have lived, during most of my adulthood,... | |
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...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 awayI5 Hood's poem is rilled with longing for a place, its sights, and the innocence and anticipation... | |
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