A Child's Garden of Verses Verse 142

- By Robert Louis Stevenson
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Robert Louis Stevenson (born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson; 13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, essayist, poet and travel writer. He is best known for works such as Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped and A Child's Garden of Verses. Born and educated in Edinburgh, Stevenson suffered from serious bronchial trouble for much of his life, but continued to write prolifically and travel widely in defiance of his poor health. As a young man, he mixed in London literary circles, receiving encouragement from Andrew Lang, Edmund Gosse, Leslie Stephen and W. E. Henley, the last of whom may have provided the model for Long John Silver in Treasure Island. In 1890, he settled in Samoa where, alarmed at increasing European and American influence in the South Sea islands, his writing turned away from romance and adventure toward a darker realism. He died in his island home in 1894.[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?
It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place.It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place.
When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.
All night long and every night, When my mama puts out the light, I see the people marching by, As plain as day, before my eye.
Armies and emperors and kings, All carrying different kinds of things, And marching in so grand a way, You never saw the like by day.
So fine a show was never seen At the great circus on the green; For every kind of beast and man Is marching in that caravan.
At first they move a little slow, But still the faster on they go, And still beside them close I keep Until we reach the town of Sleep.

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Word Lists:

Spade : a tool with a sharp-edged, typically rectangular, metal blade and a long handle, used for digging or cutting earth, sand, turf, etc.

Caravan : a vehicle equipped for living in, typically a trailer towed by a car and used when traveling for recreation.

March : walk in a military manner with a regular measured tread

Grace : simple elegance or refinement of movement

Beast : an animal, especially a large or dangerous four-footed one

Empty : containing nothing; not filled or occupied

Emperor : a sovereign ruler of great power and rank, especially one ruling an empire

Shore : the land along the edge of a sea, lake, or other large body of water

Plain : not decorated or elaborate; simple or ordinary in character

Different : not the same as another or each other; unlike in nature, form, or quality


Additional Information:

Rating: C

Words: 295

Unique Words : 143

Sentences : 13

Reading Time : 1:18

Noun : 73

Conjunction : 27

Adverb : 20

Interjection : 2

Adjective : 28

Pronoun : 22

Verb : 38

Preposition : 46

Letter Count : 1,081

Sentiment : Positive

Tone : Formal

Difficult Words : 22

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