The Stevenson Reader: Selected Passages from the Works of Robert Louis StevensonChatto and Windus, 1898 - 261 Seiten |
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The Stevenson Reader: Selected Passages from the Works of Robert Louis Stevenson Robert Louis Stevenson,Professor Lloyd Osbourne Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
The Stevenson Reader: Selected Passages from the Works of Robert Louis Stevenson Robert Louis Stevenson,Lloyd Osbourne Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 186 - I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
Seite 202 - 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 56 - 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 170 - You ask particularly after my health. I suppose that I have not many months to live, but of course know nothing about it. I may say that I am enjoying existence as much as ever, and regret nothing.
Seite 30 - FAR from the loud sea beaches Where he goes fishing and crying, Here in the inland garden Why is the sea-gull flying ? Here are no fish to dive for ; Here is the corn and lea ; Here are the green trees rustling. Hie away home to sea ! Fresh is the river water And quiet among the rushes ; This is no home for the sea-gull But for the rooks and thrushes.
Seite 90 - ... of the game, a buttoned top-coat. They smelled noisomely of blistered tin. They never burned aright, though they would always burn our fingers. Their use was naught, the pleasure of them merely fanciful, and yet a boy with a bull's-eye under his topcoat asked for nothing more. The fishermen used lanterns about their boats, and it was from them, I suppose, that we had got the hint; but theirs were not bull's-eyes, nor did we ever play at being fishermen.
Seite 117 - I SHOULD like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow;— Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, And, watched by cockatoos and goats, Lonely Crusoes building boats;— Where in sunshine reaching out Eastern cities, miles about...
Seite 33 - You may imagine how I felt when I heard this abominable old rogue addressing another in the very same words of flattery as he had used to myself. I think, if I had been able, that I would have killed him through the barrel. Meantime, he ran on, little supposing he was overheard.
Seite 163 - I will tell you what it is," began the dealer, with some sharpness, and then broke off again into a chuckle. "But I see this is a love match of yours, and you have been drinking the lady's health." "Ah!" cried Markheim, with a strange curiosity. "Ah, have you been in love? Tell me about that.
Seite 143 - ... have eaten ostrich eggs, And turned the turtles off their legs. Such a life is very fine, But it's not so nice as mine: You must often, as you trod, Have wearied not to be abroad. You have curious things to eat, I am fed on proper meat; You must dwell beyond the foam, But I am safe and live at home. Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, O! don't you wish that you were me?