The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: A child's garden of verses. Underwoods. BalladsScribner's, 1895 |
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... race running under- Marvellous places , though handy to home ! Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller , Stiller the note of the birds on the hill ; Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller , Deaf are his ears with the moil of ...
... race running under- Marvellous places , though handy to home ! Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller , Stiller the note of the birds on the hill ; Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller , Deaf are his ears with the moil of ...
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... ankle - deep And laughing as they wade : All these are vanished clean away , And the old manse is changed to - day ; It wears an altered face And shields a stranger race . TO MINNIE The river , on from mill to mill 82 TO MINNIE.
... ankle - deep And laughing as they wade : All these are vanished clean away , And the old manse is changed to - day ; It wears an altered face And shields a stranger race . TO MINNIE The river , on from mill to mill 82 TO MINNIE.
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... race . Generosity he has , such as is possible to those who practise an art , never to those who drive a trade ; discretion , tested by a hundred secrets ; tact , tried in a thousand embarrassments ; and what are more important ...
... race . Generosity he has , such as is possible to those who practise an art , never to those who drive a trade ; discretion , tested by a hundred secrets ; tact , tried in a thousand embarrassments ; and what are more important ...
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... race ; He unabashed her garter saw , That now would touch her skirts with awe . Now by the stile ablaze she stops , And his demurer eyes he drops ; Now they exchange averted sighs Or stand and marry silent eyes . IT IS THE SEASON NOW ...
... race ; He unabashed her garter saw , That now would touch her skirts with awe . Now by the stile ablaze she stops , And his demurer eyes he drops ; Now they exchange averted sighs Or stand and marry silent eyes . IT IS THE SEASON NOW ...
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... race And shown no glorious morning face ; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not ; if morning skies , Books , and my food , and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain : - Lord , thy most pointed pleasure take And stab ...
... race And shown no glorious morning face ; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not ; if morning skies , Books , and my food , and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain : - Lord , thy most pointed pleasure take And stab ...
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Términos y frases comunes
aito amang auld behold birds blow blue boat braw breath bright CAMISARDS cannae child clan dead dear deid door dream drum eyes face fair fairy feast fire flowers forest frae friends gangrel garden glaur golden green hand hear heard heart heaven hill honour island isle ither Kaiulani kava king lads land land of Nod linger look maun morning mother mountain muckle müne was shinin night nursie palace plain play puir rain rankit river rose sailing scart seen Immortal shining ship shore silent sing SKERRYVORE sleep slumber smile snowkit SONG OF RAHÉRO soul SPAEWIFE spile stane stars Taheia Tahiti Taiárapu Támatéa tapu Tevas thee there's things thou tongue trees Vaiau VAILIMA verse vext voice W. E. HENLEY wander warl weel Whan whaur wind winter wood word yore youth
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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.