The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: A child's garden of verses. Underwoods. BalladsScribner's, 1895 |
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Strana 10
... , tall as a spire , Full of apes and cocoa - nuts And the negro hunters ' huts ; - Where the knotty crocodile Lies and blinks in the Nile , And the red flamingo flies TRAVEL Hunting fish before his eyes ; - Where in 10.
... , tall as a spire , Full of apes and cocoa - nuts And the negro hunters ' huts ; - Where the knotty crocodile Lies and blinks in the Nile , And the red flamingo flies TRAVEL Hunting fish before his eyes ; - Where in 10.
Strana 11
Robert Louis Stevenson. TRAVEL Hunting fish before his eyes ; - Where in jungles , near and far , Man - devouring tigers are , Lying close and giving ear Lest the hunt be drawing near , Or a comer - by be seen Swinging in a palanquin ...
Robert Louis Stevenson. TRAVEL Hunting fish before his eyes ; - Where in jungles , near and far , Man - devouring tigers are , Lying close and giving ear Lest the hunt be drawing near , Or a comer - by be seen Swinging in a palanquin ...
Strana 37
... fishes , Paven pools as clear as air- How a child wishes To live down there ! We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool Down in cool places , Dim and very cool ; Till a wind or water wrinkle , Dipping marten , plumping ...
... fishes , Paven pools as clear as air- How a child wishes To live down there ! We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool Down in cool places , Dim and very cool ; Till a wind or water wrinkle , Dipping marten , plumping ...
Strana 106
... fishing and crying , Here in the inland garden Why is the sea - gull flying ? Here are no fish to dive for ; Here is the corn and lea ; Here are the green trees rustling . Hie away home to sea ! Fresh is the river water And quiet among ...
... fishing and crying , Here in the inland garden Why is the sea - gull flying ? Here are no fish to dive for ; Here is the corn and lea ; Here are the green trees rustling . Hie away home to sea ! Fresh is the river water And quiet among ...
Strana 169
... fishes in the sea . -It's gey an ' easy spierin ' , says the beggar - wife to me . O , I wad like to ken - to the beggar - wife says I- Why lads are a ' to sell an ' lasses a ' to buy ; An ' naebody for dacency but barely twa or three ...
... fishes in the sea . -It's gey an ' easy spierin ' , says the beggar - wife to me . O , I wad like to ken - to the beggar - wife says I- Why lads are a ' to sell an ' lasses a ' to buy ; An ' naebody for dacency but barely twa or three ...
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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.