John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Thomas Hood. (17991845) 6065
I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn: It never came a minute too soon Nor brought too long a day.
I remember, I remember. 6066
I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now t is little joy To know I m farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
I remember, I remember. 6067
She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
Thus she stood amid the stooks, Praising God with sweetest looks.
When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
Spring it is cheery. 6070
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Ode to Melancholy. 6071
Theres not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy. 1
Ode to Melancholy. 6072
But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart.
The Ladys Dream. 6073
Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
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