The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volumen16C. Scribner's Sons, 1895 |
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... , 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 TRAVEL.
... , 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 TRAVEL.
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... 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 ; — Where among the desert sands Some ...
... 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 ; — Where among the desert sands Some ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... fishing came Tâmatéa the fair , Urging his boat to the beach , and the mother awaited him there , - " Long may you live ! " said she . " Your fishing has sped to a wish . And now let us choose for the king the fairest of all 10 your fish ...
... fishing came Tâmatéa the fair , Urging his boat to the beach , and the mother awaited him there , - " Long may you live ! " said she . " Your fishing has sped to a wish . And now let us choose for the king the fairest of all 10 your fish ...
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The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volumen16 Robert Louis Stevenson Vista completa - 1900 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 25 - The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 6 - RAIN THE rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea.
Página 105 - ... leaping sun, with glancing rain Here shall the wizard moon ascend The heavens, in the crimson end Of day's declining splendour; here The army of the stars appear. The neighbour hollows dry or wet, Spring shall with tender flowers beset; And oft the morning muser see Larks rising from the broomy lea, And every fairy wheel and thread Of cobweb dew-bediamonded. When daisies go, shall winter time Silver the simple grass with rime; Autumnal frosts enchant the pool And make the cart-ruts beautiful...
Página 211 - I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
Página 26 - O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid, I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Página 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.
Página 55 - Now I have done with it, down let it go! All in a moment the town is laid low. Block upon block lying scattered and free, What is there left of my town by the sea ? Yet as I saw it, I see it again, The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men, And as long as I live and where'er I may be, I'll always remember my town by the sea.