A Child's Garden of Verses E-Book

Robert Louis Stevenson

• Herausgeber: BertaBooks
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A Child's Garden of Verses is a collection of poetry for children about darkness and solitude by the Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson.The collection first appeared in 1885 under the title Penny Whistles, but has been reprinted many times, often in illustrated versions. It contains about 65 poems including the cherished classics "Foreign Children," "The Lamplighter," "The Land of Counterpane," "Bed in Summer," "My Shadow" and "The Swing."Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson (1850–1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer. His most famous works are Treasure Island, Kidnapped, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and A Child's Garden of Verses.

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A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES

Illustrated

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Copyright © 2017Robert Louis Stevenson

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A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES

Verse 142

Illustrated by

Jessie Willcox Smith

CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS, New York

1905

TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM

FROM HER BOY

For the long nights you lay awakeAnd watched for my unworthy sake:For your most comfortable handThat led me through the uneven land:For all the story-books you read:For all the pains you comforted:

For all you pitied, all you bore,In sad and happy days of yore:—My second Mother, my first Wife,The angel of my infant life—From the sick child, now well and old,Take, nurse, the little book you hold!

And grant it, Heaven, that all who readMay find as dear a nurse at need,And every child who lists my rhyme,In the bright, fireside, nursery clime,May hear it in as kind a voiceAs made my childish days rejoice!

R. L. S.

THE ORIGINAL

TITLE PAGE

FOR

A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES

BY

JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH

ILLUSTRATIONS

FROM DRAWINGS IN COLOR BY JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at nightAnd dress by yellow candle-light.

Foreign Lands

I held the trunk with both my handsAnd looked abroad on foreign lands.

The Land of Counterpane

I was the giant great and stillThat sits upon the pillow-hill,

My Shadow

He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

Foreign Children

Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,Little frosty Eskimo,Little Turk or Japanee,Oh! don't you wish that you were me?

Looking-glass River

We can see our coloured facesFloating on the shaken pool

The Hayloft

Oh, what a joy to clamber there,Oh, what a place for play,With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,The happy hills of hay!

North-west Passage

And face with an undaunted treadThe long black passage up to bed.

Picture-books in Winter

Water now is turned to stoneNurse and I can walk upon;Still we find the flowing brooksIn the picture story-books.

The Little Land

I have just to shut my eyesTo go sailing through the skies—To go sailing far awayTo the pleasant Land of Play;

The Flowers

All the names I know from nurse:Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,And the Lady Hollyhock.

To Auntie

What did the other children do?And what were childhood, wanting you?

BED IN SUMMER

In winter I get up at nightAnd 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 seeThe birds still hopping on the tree,Or hear the grown-up people's feetStill 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?

Mary

Hans

A THOUGHT

It is very nice to thinkThe world is full of meat and drink,With little children saying graceIn every Christian kind of place.

Biddy