Present Books To A Child's Garden of Verses
| Original Title: | A Child's Garden of Verses |
| ISBN: | 0689823827 (ISBN13: 9780689823824) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Setting: | Edinburgh, Scotland Scotland |
Robert Louis Stevenson
Hardcover | Pages: 67 pages Rating: 4.3 | 23971 Users | 615 Reviews
Mention Appertaining To Books A Child's Garden of Verses
| Title | : | A Child's Garden of Verses |
| Author | : | Robert Louis Stevenson |
| Book Format | : | Hardcover |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 67 pages |
| Published | : | February 1st 1999 by Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers (first published 1885) |
| Categories | : | Poetry. Childrens. Classics. Picture Books |
Description Concering Books A Child's Garden of Verses
Up into the cherry treeWho should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands.
Here is a delightful look at childhood, written by master poet and storyteller Robert Louis Stevenson. In this collection of sixty-six poems, Stevenson recalls the joys of his childhood, from sailing boats down a river, to waiting for the lamplighter, to sailing off to foreign lands in his imagination.
Tasha Tudor's watercolour paintings evoke a simpler time in the past, and celebrate two of the things she loves most — children and nature. Her talents are the perfect match for these inspiring poems, making this a handsome gift edition that will be cherished by families for generations.
Rating Appertaining To Books A Child's Garden of Verses
Ratings: 4.3 From 23971 Users | 615 ReviewsAssessment Appertaining To Books A Child's Garden of Verses
I just saw a review on this and remembered that it is on my shelf as well. Great art and of course poetry for children. Delightful book.These were fun poems. I'd read these to my children
I really tried to give this at least TWO stars, but when you're really glad you have finished a book I think that's a pretty good indication of the star rating.Perhaps it might be thought that a poetry book should be read in small bites?? Yes, much poetry is dense in terms of compacted thoughts and image and metaphor. After reading one Shakespeare sonnet(reviewed) one has to gasp for breath. (What was that semi-trailer that just passed over me!??!!) An immediate reread is necessary. The
This is a sentimental review because of how personally I cherish this collection. My grandfather had a old edition of this book like from the 1940s and whenever my sister and I slept over, he would read the different poems over and over again until we fell asleep. So to say I adore this book is a bit of an understatement as I can't read the poems without hearing my grandpa's voice. The poems themselves are utterly charming, harking back to an older childhood, perhaps a more innocent one, a time
Much like A. A. Milne's books of poetry on childhood, Robert Louis Stevenson's can't help but transport us back to our youth and all of the wonders and concerns that come with it. Here gardens are transformed into battlefields and fairylands, and even a simple bed can become a ship and us the pirates that pilot it. Even simply going up to one's bedroom in the dark can contain all the terror and wonder of the much rumored Northwest Passage. It's heady stuff.This book is utterly delightful, and
"Everything was grey. There wasn't any colour. It was all up to my imagination.Brian Wildsmith, artist, on his childhood.Image: Summer SunThis review is an excuse to share some of the startling and colourful illustrations that Wildsmith crafted for this 1966 edition (words here). A truly wild smith. I cant imagine what Robert Louis Stevenson would make of them, but I hope he would appreciate the edge they give to his words.Image: The CowThe poem leaves me cold, but the happy cow in her bucolic
Stevenson can not simply sit quietly on a shelf. His works beg to be lifted and opened for new worlds to discover. As a child, he was lonely and ill and many of the poems in this collection for children exude that sense of isolation.I'm sure everyone has their favorites, but mine was always THE LAMPLIGHTER. At my school in Melbourne, we would have a midday break of tea and biscuits, and my teacher would recite the beginning of this poem. It was Stevenson's ode to a world quickly changing, as
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