By Robert Louis Stevenson
I should like to rise and goWhere the golden apples grow;—Where below another skyParrot islands anchored lie,And, watched by cockatoos and goats,Lonely Crusoes building boats;—Where in sunshine reaching outEastern cities, miles about,Are with mosque and minaretAmong sandy gardens set,And the rich goods from near and farHang for sale in the bazaar;—Where the Great Wall round China goes,And on one side the desert blows,And with bell and voice and drum,Cities on the other hum;—Where are forests hot as fire,Wide as England, tall as a spire,Full of apes and cocoanutsAnd the negro hunters' huts;—Where the knotty crocodileLies and blinks in the Nile,And the red flamingo fliesHunting fish before his eyes;—-Where in jungles near and far,Man-devouring tigers are,Lying close and giving earLest the hunt be drawing near,Or a comer-by be seenSwinging in a palanquin;—Where among the desert sandsSome deserted city stands,All its children, sweep and prince,Grown to manhood ages since,Not a foot in street or house,Not a stir of child or mouse,And when kindly falls the night,In all the town no spark of light.There I'll come when I'm a man,With a camel caravan;Light a fire in the gloomOf some dusty dining-room;See the pictures on the walls,Heroes, fights, and festivals;And in a corner find the toysOf the old Egyptian boys.
I should like to rise and goWhere the golden apples grow;—Where below another skyParrot islands anchored lie,And, watched by cockatoos and goats,Lonely Crusoes building boats;—Where in sunshine reaching outEastern cities, miles about,Are with mosque and minaretAmong sandy gardens set,And the rich goods from near and farHang for sale in the bazaar;—Where the Great Wall round China goes,And on one side the desert blows,And with bell and voice and drum,Cities on the other hum;—Where are forests hot as fire,Wide as England, tall as a spire,Full of apes and cocoanutsAnd the negro hunters' huts;—Where the knotty crocodileLies and blinks in the Nile,And the red flamingo fliesHunting fish before his eyes;—-Where in jungles near and far,Man-devouring tigers are,Lying close and giving earLest the hunt be drawing near,Or a comer-by be seenSwinging in a palanquin;—Where among the desert sandsSome deserted city stands,All its children, sweep and prince,Grown to manhood ages since,Not a foot in street or house,Not a stir of child or mouse,And when kindly falls the night,In all the town no spark of light.There I'll come when I'm a man,With a camel caravan;Light a fire in the gloomOf some dusty dining-room;See the pictures on the walls,Heroes, fights, and festivals;And in a corner find the toysOf the old Egyptian boys.
I should like to rise and goWhere the golden apples grow;—Where below another skyParrot islands anchored lie,And, watched by cockatoos and goats,Lonely Crusoes building boats;—Where in sunshine reaching outEastern cities, miles about,Are with mosque and minaretAmong sandy gardens set,And the rich goods from near and farHang for sale in the bazaar;—Where the Great Wall round China goes,And on one side the desert blows,And with bell and voice and drum,Cities on the other hum;—Where are forests hot as fire,Wide as England, tall as a spire,Full of apes and cocoanutsAnd the negro hunters' huts;—Where the knotty crocodileLies and blinks in the Nile,And the red flamingo fliesHunting fish before his eyes;—-Where in jungles near and far,Man-devouring tigers are,Lying close and giving earLest the hunt be drawing near,Or a comer-by be seenSwinging in a palanquin;—Where among the desert sandsSome deserted city stands,All its children, sweep and prince,Grown to manhood ages since,Not a foot in street or house,Not a stir of child or mouse,And when kindly falls the night,In all the town no spark of light.There I'll come when I'm a man,With a camel caravan;Light a fire in the gloomOf some dusty dining-room;See the pictures on the walls,Heroes, fights, and festivals;And in a corner find the toysOf the old Egyptian boys.
Crṳ´sōes̝: men like Robinson Crusoe, the hero of the story of that name. He was a shipwrecked sailor who lived many years on an uninhabited island.Mosque: a church in some Eastern countries.Mĭn´ȧrĕt: the tall, slender tower of a mosque.Bȧzäar´: in the East a shop where goods are kept for sale.The Great Wall: a wall fourteen hundred miles long, built many hundreds of years ago for the defence of the Chinese Empire.Jŭṉ´gles̝: thickets of trees and vines found in hot countries.Giving ear: listening.Pal an quin´: an enclosed carriage, used in China and India, which is borne on the shoulders of men by means of two poles.Swēep: a boy who cleans chimneys by sweeping them.Căr´ȧ văn: a company of travelers through a desert.Fĕs´tĭ vals̝: feasts.
Crṳ´sōes̝: men like Robinson Crusoe, the hero of the story of that name. He was a shipwrecked sailor who lived many years on an uninhabited island.Mosque: a church in some Eastern countries.Mĭn´ȧrĕt: the tall, slender tower of a mosque.Bȧzäar´: in the East a shop where goods are kept for sale.The Great Wall: a wall fourteen hundred miles long, built many hundreds of years ago for the defence of the Chinese Empire.Jŭṉ´gles̝: thickets of trees and vines found in hot countries.Giving ear: listening.Pal an quin´: an enclosed carriage, used in China and India, which is borne on the shoulders of men by means of two poles.Swēep: a boy who cleans chimneys by sweeping them.Căr´ȧ văn: a company of travelers through a desert.Fĕs´tĭ vals̝: feasts.
"Ah, ah, papa!" cried Elizabeth, "I have found you out."
"Ah, ah, papa!" cried Elizabeth, "I have found you out."
"Ah, ah, papa!" cried Elizabeth, "I have found you out."