The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: A child's garden of verses. Underwoods. BalladsScribner's, 1895 |
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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 ? II A THOUGHT T think It is very nice to I.
... 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 ? II A THOUGHT T think It is very nice to I.
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... Feet in time , alert and hearty , Each a Grenadier ! All in the most martial manner Marching double - quick ; While the napkin like a banner Waves upon the stick ! Here's enough of fame and pillage , Great commander Jane ! Now that we ...
... Feet in time , alert and hearty , Each a Grenadier ! All in the most martial manner Marching double - quick ; While the napkin like a banner Waves upon the stick ! Here's enough of fame and pillage , Great commander Jane ! Now that we ...
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Robert Louis Stevenson. Patience , children , just a minute- See the spreading circles die ; The stream and all in it Will clear by - and - by . C FAIRY BREAD OME up here , O dusty feet 38 A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES.
Robert Louis Stevenson. Patience , children , just a minute- See the spreading circles die ; The stream and all in it Will clear by - and - by . C FAIRY BREAD OME up here , O dusty feet 38 A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES.
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Robert Louis Stevenson. C FAIRY BREAD OME up here , O dusty feet ! Here is fairy bread to eat . Here in my retiring room , Children , you may dine On the golden smell of broom And the shade of pine ; And when you have eaten well , Fairy ...
Robert Louis Stevenson. C FAIRY BREAD OME up here , O dusty feet ! Here is fairy bread to eat . Here in my retiring room , Children , you may dine On the golden smell of broom And the shade of pine ; And when you have eaten well , Fairy ...
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... feet ; And the 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 ...
... feet ; And the 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 ...
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aito amang auld behold birds blow blue boat braw breath bright CAMISARDS cannae child clan dead dear deid door dream drum eyes face fair fairy feast fire flowers forest frae friends gangrel garden glaur golden green hand hear heard heart heaven hill honour island isle ither Kaiulani kava king lads land land of Nod linger look maun morning mother mountain muckle müne was shinin night nursie palace plain play puir rain rankit river rose sailing scart seen Immortal shining ship shore silent sing SKERRYVORE sleep slumber smile snowkit SONG OF RAHÉRO soul SPAEWIFE spile stane stars Taheia Tahiti Taiárapu Támatéa tapu Tevas thee there's things thou tongue trees Vaiau VAILIMA verse vext voice W. E. HENLEY wander warl weel Whan whaur wind winter wood word yore youth
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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 to 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 129 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me : Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 25 - The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Page 200 - 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. Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek the heaven above And the road below me.
Page 35 - 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 199 - GIVE to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river — There's the life for a man like me, There's the life for ever.
Page 26 - 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 216 - BRIGHT is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said — On wings they are carried — After the singer is dead And the maker buried.
Page 61 - I can in the sorrel sit Where the ladybird alit. I can climb the jointed grass; And on high See the greater swallows pass In the sky, And the round sun rolling by Heeding no such things as I.
Page 262 - SING me a song of a lad that is gone Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye.