 ... where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come...  For primary grades - Pągina 76per Frederick Zuchtmann - 1898Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1885 - 124 pągines
...brink The roaring lions come to drink. F 66 A CHILD'S GARDEN I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks... | |
 | 1902 - 222 pągines
...the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. "I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout. Around their party prowled about. "So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return Across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1887 - 156 pągines
...ftre'-lit brlnk camp llt lamp spy In'dian hunt'er'g prowl 5. I see the others far away As if in fire-lit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowl about. 6. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with... | |
 | A. L. Stronach - 1891 - 290 pągines
...river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. 5. I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks... | |
 | David Hoekzema - 1893 - 368 pągines
...the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So when my nurse comes in for me Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At... | |
 | Gleeson White - 1893 - 214 pągines
...river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. 9 I see the others far away, As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At... | |
 | 1895 - 170 pągines
...river, by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away, As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 400 pągines
...the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 394 pągines
...the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 394 pągines
...the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks... | |
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