Contents
-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894). A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods. 1913.
Index to First Lines
- A child should always say what’s true
- A birdie with a yellow bill
- All night long and every night
- All round the house is the jet-black night
- All the names I know from nurse
- A lover of the moorland bare
- A mile an’ a bittock, a mile or twa
- A naked house, a naked moor
- A picture-frame for you to fill
- As from the house your mother sees
- At evening when the lamp is lit
- Birds all the sunny day
- Bring the comb and play upon it!
- Chief of our aunts—not only I
- Children, you are very little
- Come up here, O dusty feet!
- Dark brown is the river
- Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair
- Dear Thamson class, whaure’er I gang
- Dear Uncle Jim, this garden ground
- Down by a shining water well
- Even in the bluest noonday of July
- Every night my prayers I say
- Far from the loud sea beaches
- Far ’yont amang the years to be
- Faster than fairies, faster than witches
- Fate lies the wintry sun a-bed
- For love of lovely words, and for the sake
- For the long nights you lay awake
- Frae nirly, nippin’, Eas’lan’ breeze
- Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
- From breakfast on through all the day
- Go, little book, and wish to all
- Great is the sun, and wide he goes
- Here all is sunny, and when the truant gull
- How do you like to go up in a swing
- I am a kind of farthing dip
- If I have faltered more or less
- If two may read aright
- I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me
- In winter I get up at night
- In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt
- In mony a foreign pairt I’ve been
- In the other gardens
- I read, dear friend, in your dear face
- I saw you toss the kites on high
- I should like to rise and go
- I sit and wait a pair of oars
- It is not yours, O mother, to complain
- It is the season now to go
- It is very nice to think
- It’s an owercome sooth for age an’ youth
- It’s rainin’. Weet’s the gairden sod
- It’s strange that God should fash to frame
- I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day
- Last, to the chamber where I lie
- Late in the nicht in bed I lay
- Little Indian, Sioux or Crow
- My bonny man, the warld, it’s true
- My bed is like a little boat
- My body which my dungeon is
- My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves
- My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky
- Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert
- Of a’ the ills that flesh can bear
- Of speckled eggs the birdie sings
- O it’s I that am the captain of a tidy little ship
- O, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I
- O mother, lay your hand on my brow!
- On the great streams the ships may go
- Out of the sun, out of the blast
- Over the borders, a sin without pardon
- Peace and her huge invasion to these shores
- Say not of me that weakly I declined
- Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still
- Smooth it slides upon its travel
- Some day soon this rhyming volume
- Summer fading, winter comes
- The bed was made, the room was fit
- The clinkum-clank o’ Sabbath bells
- The coach is at the door at last
- The friendly cow all red and white
- The gardener does not love to talk
- The gauger walked with willing foot
- The lamps now glitter down the street
- The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
- The Lord Himsel’ in former days
- The moon has a face like the clock in the hall
- The rain is raining all around
- The red room with the giant bed
- These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest
- The sun is not a-bed, when I
- The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears
- The world is so full of a number of things
- The year runs through her phases; rain and sun
- Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing
- Through all the pleasant meadow-side
- Under the wide and starry sky
- Up into the cherry tree
- We built a ship upon the stairs
- We travelled in the print of olden wars
- We see you as we see a face
- Whan the dear doctor, dear to a’
- What are you able to build with your blocks?
- When aince Aprile has fairly come
- When at home alone I sit
- When children are playing alone on the green
- Whenever Auntie moves around
- Whenever the moon and stars are set
- When I am grown to man’s estate
- When I was down beside the sea
- When I was sick and lay a-bed
- When the bright lamp is carried in
- When the golden day is done
- When the grass was closely mown
- Where the bells peal far at sea
- Who comes to-night? We ope the doors in vain
- With half a heart I wander here
- Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember
- Youth now flees on feathered foot
- You too, my mother, read my rhymes
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