By Robert Louis StevensonReadOasis Step 5 Berit Watki Winter in Merstham (Creative Commons) Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;Blinks but an hour or two; and then,A blood-red orange, sets again.Before the stars have left the skies,At morning in the dark I rise;And shivering in my nakedness,By... Read more
In 1907, Rudyard Kipling received the Nobel Prize for Literature. He was the first English-language writer to receive the prize. Kipling was a innovator in the art of short stories. His children’s books, like Jungle Book, are classics of children's literature. Kipling also wrote poetry. One of his famous poems... Read more
By Robert Louis StevensonReadOasis Step 3 Photo by NASA The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone outThrough the blinds and the windows and bars;And high overhead and all moving about,There were thousands of millions of stars.There ne’er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,Nor of people in... Read more
By Sara TeasdaleReadOasis Step 2 I wish for such a lot of thingsThat never will come true--And yet I want them all so muchI think they might, don't you? I want a little kitty-catThat's soft and tame and sweet,And every day I watch and hopeI'll find one in the... Read more
By Robert Louis StevensonReadOasis Step 3 All night long and every night,When my mama puts out the light,I see the people marching by,As plain as day before my eye. Armies and emperor and kings,All carrying different kinds of things,And marching in so grand a way,You never saw the like... Read more
By Laura RichardsReadOasis Step 1 A child argued with his brother one day about a cake. “It is my cake!” said the child. “No, it is mine!” said his brother. “You shall not have it!” said the child. “Give it to me this minute!” And he fell upon his... Read more
By Robert Louis StevensonReadOasis Step 4 Through all the pleasant meadow-sideThe grass grew shoulder-high,Till the shining blades went far and wideAnd cut it down to dry. Those green and sweetly smelling cropsThey led in wagons home;And they piled them here in mountain topsFor mountaineers to roam. Here is Mount... Read more
By Robert Louis StevensonReadOasis Step 3 Dark brown is the river,Golden is the sand.It flows along for ever,With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating,Castles of the foam,Boats of mine a-boatingWhere will all come home? On goes the riverAnd out past the mill,Away down the valley,Away down the hill.... Read more
By Robert Louis StevensonReadOasis Step 3 Creative Commons Photo by blykst I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;And I... Read more
By Robert Louis Stevenson ReadOasis Step 2 Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the tree with both my hands And looked abroad in foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lie, Graced with flowers, before my eye, And many pleasant places... Read more
By Robert Louis Stevenson ReadOasis Step 1 As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will look Through the windows of this book, Another child, far, far away, And in another garden, play. But do not think you... Read more
By Robert Louis Stevenson ReadOasis Step 1 How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the most pleasant thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see... Read more
By Robert Louis StevensonReadOasis Step 4 The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;She shines on thieves on the garden wall,On streets and fields and harbour *quays,And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. The squealing cat and the squeaking mouse,The howling dog by the... Read more
By Robert Louis Stevenson ReadOasis Step 2 I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!... Read more
By Robert Louis Stevenson ReadOasis Step 3 At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And... Read more
By Sara Teasdale ReadOasis Step 2 Creative Commons Photo by Vinoth Chandar I think the moon is very kind To take such trouble just for me. He came along with me from home To keep me company. He went as fast as I could run; I wonder how... Read more