 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 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....  Daisies from A Child's Garden of Verses - Pàgina 1per Robert Louis Stevenson - 1898 - 36 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 394 pàgines
...bright, fireside, nursery clime, May hear it in as kind a voice As made my childish days rejoice ! RLS BED IN SUMMER IN winter I get up at night And dress...summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. J have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 396 pàgines
...bright, fireside, nursery clime, May hear it in as kind a voice As made my childish days rejoice ! RLS BED IN SUMMER IN winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. hi summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1896 - 406 pàgines
...bright, fireside, nursery clime, May hear it in as kind a voice As made my childish days rejoice! RLS :N winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light....quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet... | |
 | 1896 - 1224 pàgines
...grace, Where truth, and love, and trust are all portrayed. ». SHILLABER — On a Picture of Lillie. soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman. j. ALEXANDER SMITH — A Life Drama. Sc. 12. F 1 have to go to bed by day. t. ROBERT Loots STEVENSON — A Child's Garden of Verses. Bed in Summer.... | |
 | Frederick Henry Sykes - 1900 - 232 pàgines
...but for all time. ' (10) Week in week out from morn till night you can hear the bellows blow. (il) In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light...summer quite the other way I have to go to bed by day REPRODUCTION.— Tell the story of the "Wolf and the Lamb " in your own words, following this outline... | |
 | Oscar Israel Woodley, Myra Soper Woodley - 1901 - 260 pàgines
....i*rfj* f:r pra^ise as wriiiac dates. LE>SON XXX^II THE WORD I In winter I get np at night And dress bv yellow candle-light; In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. And does it not seem strange to you, "When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much... | |
 | S. D. Waterman, J. W. McClymonds, C. C. Hughes - 1903 - 200 pàgines
...Yet for old time's sake, she is still to me The prettiest doll in the world. — Charles Kingslet/. BED IN SUMMER. In winter I get up at night And dress...have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to... | |
 | Wilhelm Viëtor - 1904 - 352 pàgines
...and his dog bide up there in the moon , And he's cross as a bundle of sticks. KATE GREENAWAY. 15 7. BED IN SUMMER. IN winter I get up at night And dress...summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. 20 I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet... | |
 | Hugo B. Froehlich - 1904 - 270 pàgines
...Put gently up the evening bars And led the flock away. Emily Dickinson. To be read to the children. In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light....quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day." In yellow and brown I have come to town! Like a soldier I stand, With head high and grand! Find one... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904 - 930 pàgines
...Nature's kindly law, Plensed with a rattle, tickled with a straw. Essay on Man, Epistle II. A. POPE. In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candlelight,...summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. Bed in Summer. RL STEVENSON. Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now. To a Butterfly.... | |
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