The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: A child's garden of verses. Underwoods. BalladsScribner's, 1895 |
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... FACE . XX TO F. J. S .: I Read , Dear Friend 119 · • 122 • · 124 · · · 125 • 127 128 • 129 XXI REQUIEM : UNDER THE WIDE AND STARRY SKY XXII THE CELESTIAL SURGEON : IF I HAVE FALTERED . 130 XXIII OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS : OUT OF THE SUN ...
... FACE . XX TO F. J. S .: I Read , Dear Friend 119 · • 122 • · 124 · · · 125 • 127 128 • 129 XXI REQUIEM : UNDER THE WIDE AND STARRY SKY XXII THE CELESTIAL SURGEON : IF I HAVE FALTERED . 130 XXIII OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS : OUT OF THE SUN ...
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... faces , Happy play in grassy places- That was how , in ancient ages , Children grew to kings and sages . But the unkind and the unruly , And the sort who eat unduly , They must never hope for glory — Theirs is quite a different story ...
... faces , Happy play in grassy places- That was how , in ancient ages , Children grew to kings and sages . But the unkind and the unruly , And the sort who eat unduly , They must never hope for glory — Theirs is quite a different story ...
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... Perhaps a toy or two . All night across the dark we steer ; But when the day returns at last , Safe in my room , beside the pier , I find my vessel fast . XXXII THE MOON HE moon has a face like the 35 XXXI MY BED IS A BOAT.
... Perhaps a toy or two . All night across the dark we steer ; But when the day returns at last , Safe in my room , beside the pier , I find my vessel fast . XXXII THE MOON HE moon has a face like the 35 XXXI MY BED IS A BOAT.
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Robert Louis Stevenson. XXXII THE MOON HE moon has a face like the clock in the hall ; THE She shines on thieves on the garden wall , On streets and fields and harbour quays , And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees . The squalling ...
Robert Louis Stevenson. XXXII THE MOON HE moon has a face like the clock in the hall ; THE She shines on thieves on the garden wall , On streets and fields and harbour quays , And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees . The squalling ...
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... faces Floating on the shaken pool Down in cool places , Dim and very cool ; Till a wind or water wrinkle , Dipping marten , plumping trout , Spreads in a twinkle And blots all out . See the rings pursue each other ; All below grows ...
... faces Floating on the shaken pool Down in cool places , Dim and very cool ; Till a wind or water wrinkle , Dipping marten , plumping trout , Spreads in a twinkle And blots all out . See the rings pursue each other ; All below grows ...
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Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 25 - The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Strana 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.
Strana 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,...
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.