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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Thomas Hood. (1799–1845) (continued)
 
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    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.
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    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.
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    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.
          Ruth.
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    Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks.
          Ruth.
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      When he is forsaken,
  Withered and shaken,
What can an old man do but die?
          Spring it is cheery.
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    And there is even a happiness
That makes the heart afraid.
          Ode to Melancholy.
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    There’s not a string attuned to mirth
But has its chord in melancholy. 1 
          Ode to Melancholy.
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    But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart.
          The Lady’s Dream.
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    Oh would I were dead now,
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now,
  And have a good cry!
          A Table of Errata.
 
Note 1.
See Burton, page 185. [back]