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... blue finger : White as meal the frosty field- Warm the fireside haven- Not to autumn will I yield , Not to winter even ! Let the blow fall soon or late , Let what will be o'er me ; Give the face of earth around , And the road before me ...
... blue finger : White as meal the frosty field- Warm the fireside haven- Not to autumn will I yield , Not to winter even ! Let the blow fall soon or late , Let what will be o'er me ; Give the face of earth around , And the road before me ...
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... 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 ? A THOUGHT T is very nice to think The world 3 I BED IN ...
... 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 ? A THOUGHT T is very nice to think The world 3 I BED IN ...
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... blue looking - glass ; The dusty roads go up and down With people tramping into town . If I could find a higher tree Farther and farther I should see , To where the grown - up river slips Into the sea among the ships , To where the ...
... blue looking - glass ; The dusty roads go up and down With people tramping into town . If I could find a higher tree Farther and farther I should see , To where the grown - up river slips Into the sea among the ships , To where the ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... blue even slowly falls About the garden trees and walls . Now in the falling of the gloom The red fire paints the empty room : And warmly on the roof it looks , And flickers on the backs of books . - Armies march by tower and spire Of ...
... blue even slowly falls About the garden trees and walls . Now in the falling of the gloom The red fire paints the empty room : And warmly on the roof it looks , And flickers on the backs of books . - Armies march by tower and spire Of ...
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a-beating a-bed a-blowing all day abroad ASSOCIATIONS CONTENTS balusters bed by day beside birdie birds blows blue boat child CHILD'S GARDEN children sing cities dark dark I rise day long door drum eyes FAIRY BREAD field and tree flowers foam gallop GARDEN DAYS garden green GARDEN OF VERSES go a-sailing go to bed goes golden Good-bye grass green grow happy hayloft hear hill Indian cabinet kings kissing hands lamp LAND OF COUNTERPANE Land of Nod Leerie light Little frosty Eskimo Little Indian little shadow looking-glass loud a song marching meadow mill morning mother never nursie picture story-books plain planted cities play pleasant rain river Robert Louis Stevenson round sailing sailor SHADOW MARCH shining shining day ships sings so loud sleepy-head stars stiller summer swing things to eat toys tramp trees and houses Turk or Japanee ugly wall Wheel WILLIE AND HENRIETTA wind
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Page 21 - He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
Page 10 - FOREIGN LANDS UP into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lie, Adorned with flowers, before my eye, And many pleasant places more That I had never seen before.
Page 29 - I O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old ? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me ? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song1 XXVI KEEPSAKE MILL OVER the borders, a sin without pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below.
Page 29 - 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 58 - I'll always remember my town by the sea. Ax 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.
Page 57 - ... 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! Now I have done with it, down let it go! All in a moment the town is laid low. Block upon block lying scattered and free, What is there left of my town by the sea...
Page 86 - To be my parents' hope and joy ; And, O ! preserve my brothers both From evil doings and from sloth, And may we always love each other, Our friends, our father, and our mother : And still, O Lord, to me impart, An innocent and grateful heart, That after my last sleep I may Awake to thy eternal day ! Amen.
Page 27 - THE COW THE friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart: She gives me cream with all her might To eat with apple-tart. She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day; And blown by all the winds that pass And wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass And eats the meadow flowers.
Page 8 - RAIN THE rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea.
Page 72 - ... lawn is shaven clear, Then my hole shall reappear. I shall find him, never fear, I shall find my grenadier; But for all that's gone and come, I shall find my soldier dumb. He has lived, a little thing, In the grassy woods of spring; Done, if he could tell me true, Just as I should like to do. He has seen the starry hours And the springing of the flowers; And the fairy things that pass In the forests of the grass.