Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden of Verses

Published by Good Press, 2022
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EAN 4057664612236

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BED IN SUMMER
A Thought.
At The Seaside.
Young Night Thought.
WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN
RAIN
PIRATE STORY
Foreign Lands
Windy Nights
TRAVELS
SINGING
Looking Forward
A Good Play.
WHERE GO THE BOATS?
Auntie's Skirts
The Land of Counterpane.
The Land of Nod
MY SHADOW
System
A Good Boy
ESCAPE AT BEDTIME
MARCHING-SONG.
THE COW
HAPPY THOUGHT.
The Wind
KEEPSAKE MILL
Good and Bad CHILDREN
FOREIGN CHILDREN
THE SUN'S TRAVELS
THE LAMP-LIGHTER
MY BED IS A BOAT
THE MOON
THE SWING
TIME TO RISE
LOOKING-GLASS RIVER
FAIRY BREAD
FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE
WINTER TIME
THE HAYLOFT
FAREWELL TO THE FARM
NORTH-WEST PASSAGE
THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE
MY SHIP AND I
MY KINGDOM
PICTURE BOOKS IN WINTER.
MY TREASURES.
BLOCK CITY.
THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS.
ARMIES IN THE FIRE.
THE LITTLE LAND
NIGHT AND DAY.
NEST EGGS.
THE FLOWERS
SUMMER SUN.
THE DUMB SOLDIER
AUTUMN FIRES
THE GARDENER
HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS
TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA
TO MY MOTHER
TO AUNTIE
TO MINNIE
TO MY NAME-CHILD
TO ANY READER

BED IN SUMMER

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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?

A Thought.

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It is very nice to think
 The world is full of meat and drink
 With little children saying grace
 In every Christian kind of place.

At The Seaside.

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When I was down beside the sea
 A wooden spade they gave to me
 To dig the sandy shore.
 My holes were empty like a cup,
 In every hole the sea came up,
 Till it could come no more.

Young Night Thought.

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All night long and every night,
 When my mamma puts out the light,
 I see the people marching by,
 As plain as day, before my eye.
Armies and emperors and kings,
 All carrying different kinds of things,
 And marching in so grand a way,
 You never saw the like by day.
So fine a show was never seen,
 At the great circus on the green;
 For every kind of beast and man
 Is marching in that caravan.
At first they move a little slow,
 But still the faster on they go,
 And still beside them close I keep
 Until we reach the town of Sleep.
THE TOWN OF SLEEP

WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN

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A child should always say what's true
 And speak when he is spoken to,
 And behave mannerly at table:
 At least as far as he is able.

RAIN

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The rain is raining all around,
 It falls on field and tree,
 It rains on the umbrellas here,
 And on the ships at sea.

PIRATE STORY

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Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
 Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea.
 Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
 And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
Where shall we adventure to-day that we're afloat,
 Wary of the weather and steering by a star?
 Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,
 To Providence, or Babylon, or off to Malabar?
Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea—
 Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar!
 Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be,
 The wicket is the harbour and the garden the shore.

Foreign Lands

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Up into the cherry tree
 Who should climb but little me?
 I held the trunk with both my hands
 And looked abroad on foreign lands.
I saw the next door garden lie,
 Adorned with flowers before my eye,
 And many pleasant places more
 That I had never seen before.
I saw the dimpling river pass
 And be the sky's blue looking-glass;
 The dusty roads go up and down
 With people tramping in to town.
If I could find a higher tree
 Farther and farther I should see,
 To where the grown-up river slips
 Into the sea among the ships,
To where the roads on either hand
 Lead onward into fairy land,
 Where all the children dine at five,
 And all the playthings come alive.

Windy Nights

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