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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I remember, I remember - Past and Present after Thomas Hood and William Wordsworth - Lucy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>the house where I was born<br>before foreclosure took away<br>the homestead I had sworn<br>in good faith, all attest 'tis true, <br>to leave grandchildren three: -<br>times change, leave little rest, I rue<br>that difference to me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems so very long ago<br>the liberating Yanks<br>found welcome everywhere they'd go -<br>though some were pita swanks, <br>but since the Shah announced 'I ran'<br>our bearings all at sea<br>became - time reeled again would ban<br>all difference for me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>the sun porch, now in pawn, <br>proud flag a flying red, white, blue, <br>which now hangs so forlorn<br>Sun, moon spun round each priceless day, <br>or so I seemed to see, <br>four bucks a gallon gas I pay -<br>what difference to me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mind thought then nostalgic ease <br>eternally could last, <br>all my desires, priorities<br>seemed sated very fast, <br>The fever on my brow shoots higher<br>now Sheiks of Araby, <br>up ante for crude imports, tire -<br>what difference to me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>before Alaskan oil<br>had spilled upon once pristine shore, <br>polluting fauna, soil.<br>With climate change I'm feeling sore, <br>note each commodity<br>continues rising more and more - <br>what difference to me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back then I'd travel aimlessly, <br>cared not I ran Iraq, <br>from dawn till dark, from sea to sea<br>could, rising with the lark, <br>ignore the cost of gasoline<br>in land of liberty: <br>my budget now seems far more lean, <br>what difference to me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>before FEMA's disgrace, <br>I never thought dark terrorists<br>I might meet face to face, <br>Days fifty two times seven cheap, <br>no need to spare expense, <br>I'm farther now from Heaven's keep: <br>Oh boy! What difference! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(c) Jonathan Robin - Parody written 4 June 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Variations on a theme - I remember Thomas Hood - Enjoy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past and Present </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>The house where I was born, <br>The little window where the sun<br>Came peeping in at morn; <br>He never came a wink too soon<br>Nor bought too long a day; <br>But now, I often wish the night<br>Had borne my breath away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>The roses, red and white, <br>The violets, and the lily-cups-<br>Those flowers made of light! <br>The lilacs where the robin built, <br>And where my brother set<br>The laburnum on his birthday, -<br>The tree is living yet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>Where I was used to swing, <br>And throught the air must rush as fresh<br>To swallows on the wing; <br>My spirit flew in feathers then<br>That is so heavy now, <br>And summer pools could hardly cool<br>The fever on my brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>The fir frees dark and high; <br>I used to think their slender tops<br>Were close against the sky: <br>It was a childish ignorance, <br>But now 'tis little joy<br>To know I'm farther off from Heaven<br>Than when I was a boy.<br>Thomas Hood 1799_1845</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>HOOD Thomas 1799_1845 hood1_0007_hood1_0000 PXX_JZX Past and Present_I remember, I remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>I Remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember <br>The house where I was born; <br>The rent was thirty-two a month, <br>Which made my father mourn. <br>He said he could remember when <br>His father paid the rent; <br>And when a man's expenses did <br>Not take his every cent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember- <br>My mother telling my cousin <br>That eggs had gone to twenty-six <br>Or seven cents a dozen; <br>And how she told my father that <br>She didn't like to speak <br>Of things like that, but Bridget now <br>Demanded four a week.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember- <br>And with a mirthless laugh- <br>My weekly board at college took <br>A jump to three and a half.<br>I bought an eighteen-dollar suit, <br>And father told me, 'Sonny, <br>I'll pay the bill this time, but, Oh, <br>I am not made out of money! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember, <br>When I was young and brave <br>And I declared, 'Well, Birdie, we <br>Shall now begin to save.' <br>It was a childish ignorance, <br>But now 'tis little joy <br>To know I'm farther off from wealth <br>Than when I was a boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Franklin Pierce ADAMS 1881_1960 Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 - I Remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I Remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I remember, I remember, <br>When I discovered porn.<br>The little book that gave a boy -<br>Or so I heard – the horn: <br>It never meant a wank to me, <br>Nor did it drive me mad.<br>But in a funny kind of way<br>I often wish it had.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember, <br>The tweeny walking by, <br>I used to think her stocking-tops<br>Were close against her thigh: <br>It was a childish innocence.<br>But now ‘tis little joy<br>To know my thoughts are just as pure<br>As when I was a boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Naomi MARKS <br>Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>I Remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember, <br>The house where I was wed, <br>And the little room from which, that night, <br>My smiling bride was led; <br>She didn’t come a wink too soon, <br>Nor make too long a stay; <br>But now I often wish her folks<br>Had kept the girl away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember, <br>Her dresses, red and white, <br>Her bonnets and her caps and cloaks, -<br>The cost an awful sight! <br>The “corner lot” on which I built, <br>And where my brother met<br>At first my wife, one washing-day, -<br>That man is single yet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember, <br>Where I was used to court, <br>And thought that all of married life*<br>Was just such pleasant sport: <br>My spirit flew in feathers then, <br>No care was on my brow; <br>I scarce could wait to shut the gate, -<br>I’m not so anxious now! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember, <br>My dear one’s smile and sigh; <br>I used to think her tender heart<br>Was close against the sky; <br>It was a childish ignorance, <br>But now it soothes me not<br>To know I’m farther off from heaven<br>Then when she wasn’t got! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Phoebe CARY <br>Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I Remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I remember, I remember, <br>(I wish I’d ne’er been born) <br>The little widow and her son<br>Came creeping in forlorn; <br>She never gave a wink too soon<br>Till he had gone to play; <br>But now, I oft regret that larks<br>Had borne that boy away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>The presents dear and cheap, <br>The letters and the valentines –<br>And othr things a heap! <br>The cottage which the masons built, <br>And where her youngster set<br>The pin pin upon the big arm chair –<br>That boy is living yet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>Her neck Itried to wring, <br>And saw the boy run out Pall Mall<br>Two peelers quick to bring; <br>My hair it flew in masses then, <br>I got a heavy blow, <br>The cold dark cell could hardly cool<br>The swelling on my brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember<br>A fair man, broad and hig; <br>I used to think his slender hair<br>Did match his clothes and tie; <br>It showed a childish ignorance, <br>But now ‘tis little joy<br>To know she ran away with him, <br>And left that awful boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Archibald STODART-WALKER 1869_1934 <br>Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I remember, I remember, <br>The day that I was born, <br>When first I saw this breathing world, <br>All naked and forlorn, <br>They wrapped me in a linen cloth, <br>And then in one of frieze; <br>And tho’ I could not speak just then, <br>I still contrived to sneeze.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I remember, I remember, <br>Old ladies came from far; <br>Some said I was like mother dear, <br>But others thought like Pa; <br>Yet all agreed I had a head, <br>And most expressive eyes; <br>The latter were about as large<br>As plums in Christmas pies.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Notes and Queries UNEDA pseudonym Philadelphia 10 June 1871<br>Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember, <br>The cell, which now I scorn, <br>The little window where no sun<br>Could cheer the dreary morn.<br>Policeman X, no wink too son, <br>Brought in my musty fare, <br>And, growling as he went away, <br>Locked me in safely there! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember, <br>We’d been out late at night, <br>Twain herons who, o’er sundry cups, <br>Wound up by “getting tight; ”<br>And then although no blood was spilt, <br>That fiend in blue we met; <br>“Run in” upon my natal day –<br>Oh, would I could forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, I remember, <br>No sofa would he bring, <br>He said the air seem’d rather fresh<br>For night birds on the wing! <br>The spirits needed feathers then, <br>And rest my fevered brow; <br>He only said, “The place is cool, ”<br>And, “Mind! don’t make a row! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Author Unknown - The Figaro 7 March 1874<br>Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lucy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dwelt among the untrodden ways<br>Beside the springs of Dove<br>A maid whom there were none to praise<br>And very few to love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A violet by a mossy stone<br>Half-hidden from the eye; <br>Fair as a star when only one <br>Is shining in the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She lived unknown, and few could know<br>When Lucy ceased to be; <br>But she is in her grave, and, oh, <br>The difference to me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">William WORDSWORTH 1770_1850</div><div style="margin:10px 0">see also numerous parodies on the above including</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lucy's Cousin</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He lived amidst th’untrodden ways<br>To Rydal lake that lead; <br>A bard whom there were none to praise, <br>And very few to read.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind a cloud his mystic sense, <br>Deep hidden, who can spy? <br>Bright as the night when not a star<br>Is shining in the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unread his works – his “Milk White Doe”<br>With dust is dark and dim; <br>It’s still in Longman’s shop, and oh! <br>The difference to him! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hartley COLERIDGE 1796_1849 <br>Parody William WORDSWORTH - Lucy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Song of the Cambridge Streets</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We dwelt where youthful brains grow ripe, <br>A town not drain’d too well, <br>With here and there a choky pipe, <br>And here and there a smell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tore up streets, they dug below, <br>They made a deal of fuss, <br>Now sick’ning manholes reek, and oh! <br>The difference to us! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walter William SKEAT – 1835_1912<br>Parody William Wordsworth Lucy and Alfred Tennyson The Brook</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Amateur Botanist</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A primrose by a river's brim<br>‘Primula vulgaris’ was to him, <br> And it was nothing more; <br>A pansy, delicately reared, <br>‘Viola tricolor’ appeared<br> In true botanic lore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That which a pink the layman deems<br>‘Dianthus caryophyllus’ seems<br> To any flower-fan; or<br>A sunflower, in that talk of his, <br>‘Annuus helianthus’ is, <br> And it is nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Toboganning on Parnassus<br>Franklin Pierce ADAMS Parody William WORDSWORTH Lucy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_____________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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the house where I was born
before foreclosure took away
the homestead I had sworn
in good faith, all attest 'tis true, 
to leave grandchildren three: -
times change, leave little rest, I rue
that difference to me! 

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