The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson...Charles Scribner's sons, 1895 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
abroad aito ants go marching auld beggar-wife behold birds blow blue boat breath bright child clan dark I rise dead dear death door dream drum eyes face fairy FAIRY BREAD fear FEAST OF FAMINE fire fish flowers frae friends gangrel garden glaur goes green hand happy head hear heard heart heather hill Hiopa island ither kava king land land of Nod look looking-glass maid morning mother mountain never night nursie palace play priest puir rain river rose round sailing seen Immortal shadow shining ship shore silent sing SKERRYVORE sleep slumber smile smoke SONG OF RAHÉRO soul sound stars stood Taheia Tahiti Taiárapu Támatéa tapu Tevas things thou trees Vaiau VAILIMA valley verse voice W. E. HENLEY weel Whan whaur wind winter wood word yore
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 129 - 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 the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Seite 26 - I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song ! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old?
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 26 - Like ladies' skirts across the grass — O wind, a-blowing all day long, 0 wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, 0 wind, that sings so loud a song!
Seite 105 - ... leaping sun, with glancing rain Here shall the wizard moon ascend The heavens, in the crimson end Of day's declining splendour; here The army of the stars appear. The neighbour hollows dry or wet, Spring shall with tender flowers beset; And oft the morning muser see Larks rising from the broomy lea, And every fairy wheel and thread Of cobweb dew-bediamonded. When daisies go, shall winter time Silver the simple grass with rime; Autumnal frosts enchant the pool And make the cart-ruts beautiful...
Seite 11 - Or a comer-by be seen Swinging in a palanquin; Where among the desert sands Some deserted city stands, All its children, sweep and prince, Grown to manhood ages since, • Not a foot in street or house, Not a stir of child or mouse, And when kindly falls the night, In all the town no spark of light. There...
Seite 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.
Seite 15 - WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along forever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will all come home?
Seite 145 - THE bed was made, the room was fit, By punctual eve the stars were lit; The air was still, the water ran, No need was there for maid or man, When we put up, my ass and I, At God's green caravanserai.