The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: A child's garden of verses. Underwoods. BalladsScribner's, 1895 |
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... SINGING . PAGE 1 2 3 4 5 789 10 12 XII LOOKING FORWARD 13 XIII A GOOD PLAY 14 XIV WHERE Go The Boats ? 15 XV XIX SYSTEM . XXI XXII XXIII THE Cow XXIV XXV THE WIND XXVI AUNTIE'S SKIRTS . XVI THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE XVII THE LAND OF NOD ...
... SINGING . PAGE 1 2 3 4 5 789 10 12 XII LOOKING FORWARD 13 XIII A GOOD PLAY 14 XIV WHERE Go The Boats ? 15 XV XIX SYSTEM . XXI XXII XXIII THE Cow XXIV XXV THE WIND XXVI AUNTIE'S SKIRTS . XVI THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE XVII THE LAND OF NOD ...
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... SING CLearlier , Muse . . 142 • 143 144 XXXIII XXXIV XXXV XXXII A CAMP : THE BED WAS MADE THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS : TRAVELLED IN THE PRINT OF OLDEN Wars . SKERRYVORE : FOR LOVE OF LOVELY WORDS SKERRYVORE : THE PARALLEL : HERE ALL ...
... SING CLearlier , Muse . . 142 • 143 144 XXXIII XXXIV XXXV XXXII A CAMP : THE BED WAS MADE THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS : TRAVELLED IN THE PRINT OF OLDEN Wars . SKERRYVORE : FOR LOVE OF LOVELY WORDS SKERRYVORE : THE PARALLEL : HERE ALL ...
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... SING ME A SONG • 252 BLOW 257 · . 259 . 260 . 261 262 • XLV TO S. R. CROCKETT : BLOWS THE WIND TO - DAY XLVI EVENSONG : THE EMBERS OF THE DAY . • 264 265 CONTENTS THE SONG OF RAHÉRO BALLADS DEDICATION TO ORI A CONTENTS.
... SING ME A SONG • 252 BLOW 257 · . 259 . 260 . 261 262 • XLV TO S. R. CROCKETT : BLOWS THE WIND TO - DAY XLVI EVENSONG : THE EMBERS OF THE DAY . • 264 265 CONTENTS THE SONG OF RAHÉRO BALLADS DEDICATION TO ORI A CONTENTS.
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... a fire in the gloom Of some dusty dining room ; See the pictures on the walls , Heroes , fights and festivals ; And in a corner find the toys Of the old Egyptian boys . OF XI SINGING F speckled eggs the birdie sings And 11.
... a fire in the gloom Of some dusty dining room ; See the pictures on the walls , Heroes , fights and festivals ; And in a corner find the toys Of the old Egyptian boys . OF XI SINGING F speckled eggs the birdie sings And 11.
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Robert Louis Stevenson. OF XI SINGING F speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trees ; The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships upon the seas . The children sing in far Japan , The children sing in Spain ; The organ with ...
Robert Louis Stevenson. OF XI SINGING F speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trees ; The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships upon the seas . The children sing in far Japan , The children sing in Spain ; The organ with ...
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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.