I Remember, I Remember

by Thomas Hood

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 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 my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,—
The tree is living yet!

Genres: Poetry, Classics

MP3 CD

First published July 17, 2013

About the author

Thomas Hood was an English poet, author and humourist, best known for poems such as The Bridge of Sighs and The Song of the Shirt. Hood wrote regularly for The London Magazine, the Athenaeum, and Punch. He later published a magazine largely consisting of his own works. Hood, never robust, lapsed into invalidism by the age of 41 and died at the age of 45. William Michael Rossetti in 1903 called him "the finest English poet" between the generations of Shelley and Tennyson. Hood was the father of playwright and humorist Tom Hood (1835 – 1874).

Reviews

[John Yelverton · Rating 4 out of 5]

This was a pretty poignant and a little melancholy poem about a man remembering his childhood with mixed emotions.

[THANA · Rating 3 out of 5]

3.5

[Andy Hickman · Rating 2 out of 5]

I Remember, I Remember, by Thomas Hood
Simple, depressing. **

(but be sure to check out his 'Bridge of Sighs')

[Sneh Pradhan · Rating 3 out of 5]

But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.