The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: A child's garden of verses. Underwoods. BalladsScribner's, 1895 |
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... foot in street or house , Not a stir of child or mouse , And when kindly falls the night , In all the town no spark of light . There I'll come when I'm a man With a camel caravan ; Light a fire in the gloom Of some dusty dining room ...
... foot in street or house , Not a stir of child or mouse , And when kindly falls the night , In all the town no spark of light . There I'll come when I'm a man With a camel caravan ; Light a fire in the gloom Of some dusty dining room ...
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... foot , And aye the gauger played the flute ; And what should Master Gauger play But Over the bills and far away ? Whene'er I buckle on my pack And foot it gaily in the track , O pleasant gauger , long since dead , I hear you fluting on ...
... foot , And aye the gauger played the flute ; And what should Master Gauger play But Over the bills and far away ? Whene'er I buckle on my pack And foot it gaily in the track , O pleasant gauger , long since dead , I hear you fluting on ...
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... foot : Such is the place that I live in , Bleak without and bare within . Yet shall your ragged moor receive The incomparable pomp of eve , And the cold glories of the dawn Behind your shivering trees be drawn ; And when the wind from ...
... foot : Such is the place that I live in , Bleak without and bare within . Yet shall your ragged moor receive The incomparable pomp of eve , And the cold glories of the dawn Behind your shivering trees be drawn ; And when the wind from ...
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... foot on temple roof : Now again she flies aloof , Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't By the evening's amethyst . In wet wood and miry lane , Still we pant and pound in vain ; TO WILL H. LOW Still with leaden foot we chase 112.
... foot on temple roof : Now again she flies aloof , Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't By the evening's amethyst . In wet wood and miry lane , Still we pant and pound in vain ; TO WILL H. LOW Still with leaden foot we chase 112.
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Robert Louis Stevenson. TO WILL H. LOW Still with leaden foot we chase Waning pinion , fainting face ; Still with grey hair we stumble on , Till , behold , the vision gone ! Where hath fleeting beauty led ? To the doorway of the dead ...
Robert Louis Stevenson. TO WILL H. LOW Still with leaden foot we chase Waning pinion , fainting face ; Still with grey hair we stumble on , Till , behold , the vision gone ! Where hath fleeting beauty led ? To the doorway of the dead ...
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Página 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...
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 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.
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 ! 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,...
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 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!
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 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.
Página 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.