 Where Go the Boats? Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green 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,...  Bobbs-Merrill Readers - Página 137por Clara Belle Baker, Edna Dean Baker - 1924Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1885 - 124 páginas
...plays ; But Tom fell out and hurt his knee, So there was no one left but me. XIV WHERE GO THE BOATS'! DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating... | |
 | 1886 - 224 páginas
...Safe in the hollow of thine hand Thy little ones would sleep. Ebenezer Elliot. WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows...With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castlcs of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will all come home ? On goes the river And out... | |
 | 1910 - 392 páginas
...little star, how I wonder what you are !" And rivers still lead into the great unknown. "Dark brown la the river, Golden is the sand, It flows along forever, With trees on either hand." In these winter days even our city children may feel the poetry of the snow. "Out of the bosom of the... | |
 | John White Chadwick - 1890 - 220 páginas
...hand. Green leaves a-floati=g, •« Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will ali come home ? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hiU. Away do^-n the river, A hundred m^es or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.... | |
 | Samuel Silas Curry - 1895 - 316 páginas
...life that is not pure and hold doth tarnish every morning's gold. AHingham. 8. WHERE GO TEE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, golden Is the sand. It flows...goes the river and out past the mill, Away down the valle^, away down the hill. Away down the river, a hundred miles or more, Other little children shall... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 400 páginas
...plays ; But Tom fell out and hurt his knee, So there was no one left but me. XIV WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 396 páginas
...of plays ; But Tom fell out and hurt his knee. So there was no one left but me. WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 394 páginas
...plays; But Tom fell out and hurt his knee, So there was no one left but me. XIV WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 394 páginas
...of plays ; But Tom fell out and hurt his knee, So there was no one left but me. WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating... | |
 | 1896 - 56 páginas
...away, we are filled with unutterable tenderness by the voice that would sometimes break a little — Green leaves a-floating Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will all come home. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. Albert... | |
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