The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: A child's garden of verses. Underwoods. BalladsScribner's, 1895 |
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Strana 15
... leaves a - floating , Castles of the foam , Boats of mine a - boating – - Where will all come home ? On goes the river And out past the mill , Away down the valley , Away down the hill . Away down the river , A hundred miles or more ...
... leaves a - floating , Castles of the foam , Boats of mine a - boating – - Where will all come home ? On goes the river And out past the mill , Away down the valley , Away down the hill . Away down the river , A hundred miles or more ...
Strana 22
... leaves on a tree , Nor of people in church or the Park , As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me , And that glittered and winked in the dark . The Dog , and the Plough , and the Hunter , and all , And the star of the sailor ...
... leaves on a tree , Nor of people in church or the Park , As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me , And that glittered and winked in the dark . The Dog , and the Plough , and the Hunter , and all , And the star of the sailor ...
Strana 60
... leaves like little ships Sail about on tiny trips ; And above the daisy tree Through the grasses , High o'erhead the Bumble Bee Hums and passes . In that forest to and fro I can wander , I can go ; See the spider and the fly , And the ...
... leaves like little ships Sail about on tiny trips ; And above the daisy tree Through the grasses , High o'erhead the Bumble Bee Hums and passes . In that forest to and fro I can wander , I can go ; See the spider and the fly , And the ...
Strana 79
... children , our successors , play . " Time was , " the golden head Irrevocably said ; But time which none can bind , While flowing fast away , leaves love behind II TO MY MOTHER OU too , my mother , 79 79 TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA.
... children , our successors , play . " Time was , " the golden head Irrevocably said ; But time which none can bind , While flowing fast away , leaves love behind II TO MY MOTHER OU too , my mother , 79 79 TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA.
Strana 82
... leaves upon the blind- A pleasant room wherein to wake And hear the leafy garden shake And rustle in the wind- And pleasant there to lie in bed And see the pictures overhead- The wars about Sebastopol , The grinning guns along the wall ...
... leaves upon the blind- A pleasant room wherein to wake And hear the leafy garden shake And rustle in the wind- And pleasant there to lie in bed And see the pictures overhead- The wars about Sebastopol , The grinning guns along the wall ...
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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.