The Swing (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think ...
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think ...
As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will ...
If two may read aright These rhymes of old delight And house and garden play, You too, my cousins, and ...
The lamps now glitter down the street; Faintly sound the falling feet; And the blue even slowly falls About the ...
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides; Along Janiculum lies the chosen block ...
WHETHER upon the garden seat You lounge with your uplifted feet Under the May's whole Heaven of blue; Or whether ...
The coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Good-bye, ...
HAD I the power that have the will, The enfeebled will - a modern curse - This book of mine ...
Over the borders, a sin without pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below, Out through the breach in the wall ...
When the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, Flower and sun, Vanish all things mortal. ...
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea. ...
Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days ...
The gardener does not love to talk, He makes me keep the gravel walk; And when he puts his tools ...
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On ...
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