A Child's Garden of Verses Quotes

“The world is so full of a number of things, I ’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses

“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, A Child's Garden of Verses

“In winter I get up at night,
and dress by yellow candlelight,
In summer, quite the other day,
I have to go to bed by day”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses

“To My Mother
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses

“Time which none can bind,
While flowing fast away, leaves love behind.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses

“All by myself I have to go,   With none to tell me what to do—   All alone beside the streams   And up the mountain-sides of dreams.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses

“How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it is the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses

“Time to Rise
A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon my window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses

“Try as I like to find the way,   I never can get back by day,   Nor can remember plain and clear   The curious music that I hear.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses

“Years may go by, and the wheel in the river
Wheel as it wheels for us, children, to-day,
Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever
Long after all of the boys are away.
Home for the Indies and home from the ocean,
Heroes and soldiers we all will come home;
Still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion,
Turning and churning that river to foam.
You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled,
I with your marble of Saturday last,
Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled,
Here we shall meet and remember the past.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses