Nursery Rhymes
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Robert Louis Stevenson Rhymes

Pirate Story

Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the […]

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The Swing

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How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up […]

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The Sun Travels

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The sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at home, […]

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Looking Forward

When I am grown to man’s estate I shall be very proud and great, And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys. Robert Louis Stevenson

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The Land of Counterpane

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When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me lay, To keep me happy all the day. And sometimes […]

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The Land of Nod

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From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I […]

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Bed in Summer

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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 […]

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Winter Time

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Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, […]

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A Good Boy

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I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun is […]

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The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. Robert Louis Stevenson

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