Thomas Hood (1799-1845) was a British poet and a writer of Humorous prose. He wrote articles for various newspapers and magazines but later started a magazine in his own name to which he was the sole contributor. Hood is remembered for his writings but he was also a talented engraver and illustrated several of his own works.
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 violets, 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 that I'm farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.
−Thomas Hood
Match the columns.
| 1. The sun came to the window | a. had many flowers. |
| 2. The child often wished that the | b. reflects on his childhood. |
| 3. The garden around the house | c. sun would be a little late. |
| 4. The laburnum tree was planted | d. every morning, on time. |
| 5. The poet | e. to mark the child's brother's birthday. |
Nor brought too long a day.
It was a childish ignorance.
To know that I'm farther off from heaven.