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English
1856
My holes were hollow like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it could hold no more. MY HOLES WERE HOLLOW LIKE A CUP IN EVERY HOLE THE SEA CAME UP TILL IT COULD HOLD NO MORE
he trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lie, Adorned with flowers, before my eye, And many pleasant places more That I had never seen before. I saw the dimpling river pass And be the sky's blue looking-glass; The dusty roads go up and down With people tramping into town. If I could find a higher tree Farther and farther I should see, To where the grown-up river slips Into the sea among the ships. To where the roads on either hand Lead onward into fairy land, Where all the children dine at five, And all the playthings come alive. [Illustration] [Illustration] SYSTEM Every night my prayers I say, And get my dinner every day; And every day that I've been good I get an orange after food. The child that is not clean and neat, With lots of toys and things to eat, He is a naughty child, I'm sure-- Or else his dear papa is poor. [Illustration] AT THE SEASIDE When I was down beside the sea, A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore.  AT THE SEASIDE BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON READ FOR LIBER BOXED DOT ORG BY JANNUS GREEN HEMMINGWAY SOUTH CAROLINA WHEN I WAS DOWN BESIDE THE SEA A WOODEN SPADE THEY GAVE TO ME TO DIG THE SANDY SHORE
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