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The Story of My Childhood

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BC: Memories will Last FOREVER <3 Childhood

FC: The Story of My Childhood | Poets Include: Thomas Hood Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Robert Louis Stevenson

1: by Dylan Thomas | Block City | What are you able to build with your blocks? Castles and palaces, temples and docks. Rain may keep raining, and others go roam, But I can be happy and building at home. Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea, There I'll establish a city for me: A kirk and a mill and a palace beside, And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride. Great is the palace with pillar and wall, A sort of a tower on top of it all, And steps coming down in an orderly way To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay. This one is sailing and that one is moored: Hark to the song of the sailors on board! And see on the steps of my palace, the kings Coming and going with presents and things! | by Robert Louis Stevenson

2: 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 | 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!

3: 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, The summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.

4: By Thomas Hood | 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 Heaven Than when I was a boy.

6: The Children's Hour From: The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and edited by Horace Elisha Scudder Published by Boston and New York: Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1893

8: A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall!

9: And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away! | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

10: The Children's Hour: Analysis | The theme of ‘The Children's Hour’ which is written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is about his love and affection towards his children. It also shows the children's eagerness to show their father, their love for him in a very playful way.

11: Longfellow has used many language techniques in his poem including metaphor, imagery, conceit and synecdoche. In many of those techniques he used he could make the reader visualise the exact scene he is trying to portray in his poem for example in line 6 he used imagery writing, ‘the patter of their feet’, which creates a vision for the reader of actually hearing feet of the children. He has used metaphor when describing his study writing it as, ‘they entered my castles wall’. When trying to make the reader visualise his age, he used synecdoche, ‘such an old mustache I am.’ When trying to describe his children attacking him lovingly he quoted, ‘have you fast. . .not let you depart. . .tower of my heart. . . keep you forever. . .’, as use of conceit.

12: Even though this poem is written in a father’s point of view, I still think this poem is related to my childhood and many others. I think during childhood was the time when we thought our parents were the greatest; we would always try to seek affection from them or show our love towards them. We would do this in the strangest way, just like Longfellow described in his poem.

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15: Childhood, the time when I was innocent, A time when I believed anything was true, A time when knowledge had no importance, When we only needed a toy or two.

16: Pigtails and cute chubby cheeks, I was. Life was a fairy tale, Where one day I would be a princess, Who owned a pony with a rainbow tail. | My Childhood was a treasurable present, Where sorrow won’t ever make calls. Happiness was just handed to us, Like our favourite teddy bears and dolls.

17: Life was full of happiness, Living in a world of fun. Chasing butterflies and singsong birds, Under rays of the beaming sun. | There were no lies but only truths, There were no foes but only friends, There were no worries of future but only present. Childhood, beginnings, not ends.

18: Though these memories have long gone, The childhood inner me always stays. The story may have come to a finish, But in my heart, it replays... | By Manlin Wang

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  • Title: The Story of My Childhood
  • NSGHS Year 8 Poetry Anthology Task
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