The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: A child's garden of verses. Underwoods. BalladsScribner's, 1895 |
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Strana 93
... tongue has an orthography of its own , lacking neither " authority nor author . " Yet the temptation is great to lend a little guidance to the bewildered Englishman . Some simple phonetic ar- tifice might defend your verses from ...
... tongue has an orthography of its own , lacking neither " authority nor author . " Yet the temptation is great to lend a little guidance to the bewildered Englishman . Some simple phonetic ar- tifice might defend your verses from ...
Strana 94
... tongue , have lent a new un- couthness . Sed non nobis . I note again , that among our new dialecticians , the local habitat of every dialect is given to the square mile . I could not emulate this nicety if I desired ; for I simply ...
... tongue , have lent a new un- couthness . Sed non nobis . I note again , that among our new dialecticians , the local habitat of every dialect is given to the square mile . I could not emulate this nicety if I desired ; for I simply ...
Strana 140
... tongue And all night long the tolling bell resounds : So shine , so toll , till night be overpast , Till the stars vanish , till the sun return , And in the haven rides the fleet secure . In the first hour , the seaman in his skiff ...
... tongue And all night long the tolling bell resounds : So shine , so toll , till night be overpast , Till the stars vanish , till the sun return , And in the haven rides the fleet secure . In the first hour , the seaman in his skiff ...
Strana 142
... tongue than mine , Though both were English born . I towards the night of time decline You mount into the morn . Youth shall grow great and strong and free , But age must still decay : To - morrow for the States - for me , England and ...
... tongue than mine , Though both were English born . I towards the night of time decline You mount into the morn . Youth shall grow great and strong and free , But age must still decay : To - morrow for the States - for me , England and ...
Strana 155
... tongue does your auld bookie speak ? " He'll spier ; an ' I , his mou to steik : " No bein ' fit to write in Greek , I wrote in Lallan , Dear to my heart as the peat reek , Auld as Tantallon . " Few spak it then , an ' noo there's nane ...
... tongue does your auld bookie speak ? " He'll spier ; an ' I , his mou to steik : " No bein ' fit to write in Greek , I wrote in Lallan , Dear to my heart as the peat reek , Auld as Tantallon . " Few spak it then , an ' noo there's nane ...
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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.