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 follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter’s camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At my dear land of Story-books.
1.Answer the following questions based on the poem.
a.What characters does the narrator of the poem become through books?
b.What are the different places the poet travels through books?
c.What does Stevenson imply about the power of books?
d.Where are the poet's parents as he is wandering in his imaginary lands?
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a. parents,lions
b. at home,in the forest, sea
c.
d.at home around the fire
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b. at home,in the forest, sea
c.
d.at home around the fire
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