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I wonder if anyone knows the rest of these poems. I only know the first lines of both of them which I remember from my childhood, many ,many years ago. 1) I remember, I remember, the house where I was born, The little window where the sun came peeping in at dawn, 2) I once had a dear little doll dears, The prettiest doll ever seen, Hope someone knows the rest of them, but I very much doubt it. Best wishes from Sylvia in Perth WA

Hi, Here's one: Remember, I Remember By Thomas Hood -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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! I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! 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 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heav'n Than when I was a boy. Gwynne

The other is by Charles Kingsley The lost Doll I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath one day; And I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath one day; Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away, And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair not the least bit curled; Yet for old sake's sake, she is still, dears, The prettiest doll in the world. Gwynne

hi gwynneth thanks for that, remembered the first, but only just, have printed them to read to granddaughter marcie x

Gwyneth, Thank you so much for giving me the rest of the poems. I have been trying for so long to remember them. Very Best Wishes from Sylvia in Perth WA X