It's obvious that George Dance based his poem "My Father's House" on
Abraham Lincoln's poem "My Childhood Home I See Again." As far as we
know, Lincoln lived before George Dance, so Lincoln wrote his poem
first.
The two poems are too similar to be a mere coincidence. George Dance
changed a few words and the outcome, but it is Abe's poem. Lincoln's
father even built the home, with Abraham helping. He walks through the
rooms of memory. He had chores (George used this) and playmates
(George changed this to no playmates). They both had a garden. George changed the timeframe from 13 years ago to 20 years ago. Abe says half
of his companions are now dead--George changed this to only his father
being dead. Note that Abe uses the tomb analogy, and George Dance
writes "Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)."
We know that George Dance is Canadian, but that doesn't give him the
right to steal poems from one of the U.S.'s greatest presidents. We
are sickened.
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My Childhood Home I See Again
by Abraham Lincoln (1846)
My childhood home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it too.
O Memory! thou midway world
'Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that's earthly vile,
Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.
As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle-notes that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar—
So memory will hallow all
We've known, but know no more.
Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.
Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things;
But seeing them, to mind again
The lost and absent brings.
The friends I left that parting day,
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray,
And half of all are dead.
I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell,
And every spot a grave.
I range the fields with pensive tread,
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I'm living in the tombs.
On Thu, 10 Apr 2025 21:39:10 +0000, NancyGene wrote:
It's obvious that George Dance based his poem "My Father's House" onThis is just one of many poems that George Dance has stolen from other people.
Abraham Lincoln's poem "My Childhood Home I See Again." As far as we
know, Lincoln lived before George Dance, so Lincoln wrote his poem
first.
The two poems are too similar to be a mere coincidence. George Dance
changed a few words and the outcome, but it is Abe's poem. Lincoln's
father even built the home, with Abraham helping. He walks through the
rooms of memory. He had chores (George used this) and playmates (George
changed this to no playmates). They both had a garden. George changed
the timeframe from 13 years ago to 20 years ago. Abe says half of his
companions are now dead--George changed this to only his father being
dead. Note that Abe uses the tomb analogy, and George Dance writes
"Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)."
We know that George Dance is Canadian, but that doesn't give him the
right to steal poems from one of the U.S.'s greatest presidents. We are
sickened.
-----
My Childhood Home I See Again
by Abraham Lincoln (1846)
My childhood home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it too.
O Memory! thou midway world
'Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that's earthly vile,
Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.
As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle-notes that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar—
So memory will hallow all
We've known, but know no more.
Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.
Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things;
But seeing them, to mind again
The lost and absent brings.
The friends I left that parting day,
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray,
And half of all are dead.
I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell,
And every spot a grave.
I range the fields with pensive tread,
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I'm living in the tombs.
--
On Fri, 11 Apr 2025 16:01:41 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
On Fri, 11 Apr 2025 10:26:35 +0000, NancyGene wrote:I don't understand how George Dance can be so blatant in his
On Thu, 10 Apr 2025 21:39:10 +0000, NancyGene wrote:
It's obvious that George Dance based his poem "My Father's House" onThis is just one of many poems that George Dance has stolen from other
Abraham Lincoln's poem "My Childhood Home I See Again." As far as we
know, Lincoln lived before George Dance, so Lincoln wrote his poem
first.
The two poems are too similar to be a mere coincidence. George Dance
changed a few words and the outcome, but it is Abe's poem. Lincoln's
father even built the home, with Abraham helping. He walks through the >>>> rooms of memory. He had chores (George used this) and playmates (George >>>> changed this to no playmates). They both had a garden. George changed >>>> the timeframe from 13 years ago to 20 years ago. Abe says half of his
companions are now dead--George changed this to only his father being
dead. Note that Abe uses the tomb analogy, and George Dance writes
"Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)."
We know that George Dance is Canadian, but that doesn't give him the
right to steal poems from one of the U.S.'s greatest presidents. We are >>>> sickened.
-----
My Childhood Home I See Again
by Abraham Lincoln (1846)
My childhood home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it too.
O Memory! thou midway world
'Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that's earthly vile,
Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.
As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle-notes that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar—
So memory will hallow all
We've known, but know no more.
Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.
Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things;
But seeing them, to mind again
The lost and absent brings.
The friends I left that parting day,
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray,
And half of all are dead.
I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell,
And every spot a grave.
I range the fields with pensive tread,
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I'm living in the tombs.
people.
--
Stealing from Honest Abe??? It figures.
At least President Lincoln never waited in bed with his pajama pants
pulled down waiting for his father to whip him.
plagiarism--in stealing from Abraham Lincoln. Abe's poem is much
superior, his father built a house without having the directions from a
box, and of course Abe wasn't beaten, was popular, and didn't live in
Canada.
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