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... was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore . My holes were empty like a cup . In every hole the sea came up , Till it could come no more . Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and Second Day .
... was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore . My holes were empty like a cup . In every hole the sea came up , Till it could come no more . Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and Second Day .
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Robert Louis Stevenson. Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and stars are set , Whenever the wind is high , All night long in the dark and wet , A man goes riding by . Late in the night when the fires are out , Why does he gallop ...
Robert Louis Stevenson. Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and stars are set , Whenever the wind is high , All night long in the dark and wet , A man goes riding by . Late in the night when the fires are out , Why does he gallop ...
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... was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore . My holes were empty like a cup . In every hole the sea came up , Till it could come no more . Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and Second Day .
... was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore . My holes were empty like a cup . In every hole the sea came up , Till it could come no more . Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and Second Day .
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Robert Louis Stevenson. Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and stars are set , Whenever the wind is high , All night long in the dark and wet , A man goes riding by . Late in the night when the fires are out , Why does he gallop ...
Robert Louis Stevenson. Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and stars are set , Whenever the wind is high , All night long in the dark and wet , A man goes riding by . Late in the night when the fires are out , Why does he gallop ...
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... was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore . My holes were empty like a cup . In every hole the sea came up , Till it could come no more . Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and Second Day .
... was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore . My holes were empty like a cup . In every hole the sea came up , Till it could come no more . Third Day . WINDY NIGHTS . HENEVER the moon and Second Day .
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Daisies From a Child's Garden of Verses (Classic Reprint) Robert Louis Stevenson No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 10 - AT evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed.
Page 18 - I saw you toss the kites on high And. blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass— O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Page 1 - IN winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day...
Page 6 - THE LAND OF NOD FROM breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay ; But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do — All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod.
Page 4 - THE SWING HOW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do ! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down ! XXXIV TIME TO RISE A BIRDIE with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: "Ain't you 'shamed,...
Page 12 - AUTUMN FIRES IN the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail ! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall!
Page 19 - PIRATE STORY THREE of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring, And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat...