Robert Louis Stevenson,
Index of the Project Gutenberg works of Robert Louis Stevenson
“ We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool [Pg xvi] The Hayloft 48 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 50 And face with an undaunted tread The long black passage up to bed. Picture-books in Winter 64 Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. The Little Land 74 I have just to shut my eyes To go sailing through the skies— To go sailing far away To the pleasant Land of Play ”
