Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NURSERY REMINISCENCES, by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM Poet's Biography First Line: I remember, I remember Last Line: Must be whipp'd and sent to bed!' Alternate Author Name(s): Ingoldsby, Thomas Subject(s): Family Life; Childhood Memories; Punishment; Relatives | ||||||||
I REMEMBER, I remember, When I was a little Boy, One fine morning in September Uncle brought me home a toy. I remember how he patted Both my cheeks in kindliest mood; 'Then,' said he, 'you little Fat-head, There's a top because you're good.' Grandmamma -- a shrewd observer -- I remember gazed upon My new top, and said with fervour, 'Oh! how kind of Uncle John!' While mamma, my form caressing, -- In her eye the tear-drop stood, Read me this fine moral lesson, 'See what comes of being good!' I remember, I remember, On a wet and windy day, One cold morning in December, I stole out and went to play: I remember Billy Hawkins Came, and with his pewter squirt Squibb'd my pantaloons and stockings, Till they were all over dirt! To my mother for protection I ran, quaking every limb: -- She exclaim'd, with fond affection, 'Gracious Goodness! look at him!' -- Pa cried, when he saw my garment, -- 'Twas a newly purchased dress -- 'Oh! you nasty little Warment, How came you in such a mess?' Then he caught me by the collar, -- Cruel only to be kind -- And to my exceeding dolour, Gave me -- several slaps behind. Grandmamma, while yet I smarted, As she saw my evil plight, Said -- 'twas rather stony-hearted -- 'Little rascal! sarve him right!' I remember, I remember, From that sad and solemn day, Never more in dark December Did I venture out to play. And the moral which they taught, I Well remember; thus they said -- 'Little Boys, when they are naughty, Must be whipp'd and sent to bed!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES LIZARDS AND SNAKES by ANTHONY HECHT THE BOOK OF A THOUSAND EYES: I LOVE by LYN HEJINIAN CHILD ON THE MARSH by ANDREW HUDGINS MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS PLAYING DEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS THE GLASS HAMMER by ANDREW HUDGINS INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |
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