The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson – Swanston Edition. Volume 14

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Robert Louis Stevenson. The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson – Swanston Edition. Volume 14

A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES

I. BED IN SUMMER

II. A THOUGHT

III. AT THE SEA-SIDE

IV. YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT

V. WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN

VI. RAIN

VII. PIRATE STORY

VIII. FOREIGN LANDS

IX. WINDY NIGHTS

X. TRAVEL

XI. SINGING

XII. LOOKING FORWARD

XIII. A GOOD PLAY

XIV. WHERE GO THE BOATS?

XV. AUNTIE’S SKIRTS

XVI. THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE

XVII. THE LAND OF NOD

XVIII. MY SHADOW

XIX. SYSTEM

XX. A GOOD BOY

XXI. ESCAPE AT BEDTIME

XXII. MARCHING SONG

XXIII. THE COW

XXIV. HAPPY THOUGHT

XXV. THE WIND

XXVI. KEEPSAKE MILL

XXVII. GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN

XXVIII. FOREIGN CHILDREN

XXIX. THE SUN’S TRAVELS

XXX. THE LAMPLIGHTER

XXXI. MY BED IS A BOAT

XXXII. THE MOON

XXXIII. THE SWING

XXXIV. TIME TO RISE

XXXV. LOOKING-GLASS RIVER

XXXVI. FAIRY BREAD

XXXVII. FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE

XXXVIII. WINTER-TIME

XXXIX. THE HAYLOFT

XL. FAREWELL TO THE FARM

XLI. NORTH-WEST PASSAGE

1. GOOD NIGHT

2. SHADOW MARCH

3. IN PORT

THE CHILD ALONE

I. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE

II. MY SHIP AND I

III. MY KINGDOM

IV. PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER

V. MY TREASURES

VI. BLOCK CITY

VII. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS

VIII. ARMIES IN THE FIRE

IX. THE LITTLE LAND

GARDEN DAYS

I. NIGHT AND DAY

II. NEST EGGS

III. THE FLOWERS

IV. SUMMER SUN

V. THE DUMB SOLDIER

VI. AUTUMN FIRES

VII. THE GARDENER

VIII. HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS

ENVOYS

I. TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA

II. TO MY MOTHER

III. TO AUNTIE

IV. TO MINNIE

V. TO MY NAME-CHILD

VI. TO ANY READER

UNDERWOODS

BOOK I. IN ENGLISH

I. ENVOY

II. A SONG OF THE ROAD

III. THE CANOE SPEAKS

IV

V. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL

VI. A VISIT FROM THE SEA

VII. TO A GARDENER

VIII. TO MINNIE

IX. TO K. de M

X. TO N. V. de G. S

XI. TO WILL. H. LOW

XII. TO MRS. WILL. H. LOW

XIII. TO H. F. BROWN

XIV. TO ANDREW LANG

XV. ET TU IN ARCADIA VIXISTI (TO R. A. M. S.)

XVI. TO W.E. HENLEY

XVII. HENRY JAMES

XVIII. THE MIRROR SPEAKS

XIX. KATHARINE

XX. TO F. J. S

XXI. REQUIEM

XXII. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON

XXIII. OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS

XXIV

XXV

XXVI. THE SICK CHILD

XXVII. IN MEMORIAM F.A.S

XXVIII. TO MY FATHER

XXIX. IN THE STATES

XXX. A PORTRAIT

XXXI

XXXII. A CAMP2

XXXIII. THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS1

XXXIV. SKERRYVORE

XXXV. SKERRYVORE. THE PARALLEL

XXXVI

XXXVII

XXXVIII

BOOK II. IN SCOTS

I. THE MAKER TO POSTERITY

II. ILLE TERRARUM

III

IV. A MILE AN’ A BITTOCK

V. A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN

VI. THE SPAEWIFE

VII. THE BLAST – 1875

VIII. THE COUNTERBLAST – 1886

IX. THE COUNTERBLAST IRONICAL

X. THEIR LAUREATE TO AN ACADEMY CLASS DINNER CLUB

XI. EMBRO HIE KIRK

XII. THE SCOTSMAN’S RETURN FROM ABROAD

XIII

XIV. MY CONSCIENCE!

XV. TO DOCTOR JOHN BROWN

XVI

BALLADS

THE SONG OF RAHÉRO. A LEGEND OF TAHITI

I. THE SLAYING OF TÁMATÉA

II. THE VENGING OF TÁMATÉA

III. RAHÉRO

THE FEAST OF FAMINE. MARQUESAN MANNERS

I. THE PRIEST’S VIGIL

II. THE LOVERS

III. THE FEAST

IV. THE RAID

TICONDEROGA. A LEGEND OF THE WEST HIGHLANDS

TICONDEROGA

I. THE SAYING OF THE NAME

II. THE SEEKING OF THE NAME

III. THE PLACE OF THE NAME

HEATHER ALE. A GALLOWAY LEGEND

CHRISTMAS AT SEA

NOTES TO THE SONG OF RAHÉRO

NOTES TO THE FEAST OF FAMINE

NOTES TO TICONDEROGA

NOTE TO HEATHER ALE

SONGS OF TRAVEL AND OTHER VERSES

I. THE VAGABOND

II. YOUTH AND LOVE – I

III. YOUTH AND LOVE – II

IV

V

VI

VII

VIII

IX

X

XI

XII. WE HAVE LOVED OF YORE

XIII. MATER TRIUMPHANS

XIV

XV

XVI

XVII. WINTER

XVIII

XIX. TO DR. HAKE

XX. TO —

XXI

XXII

XXIII

XXIV

XXV. IF THIS WERE FAITH

XXVI. MY WIFE

XXVII. TO THE MUSE

XXVIII. TO AN ISLAND PRINCESS

XXIX. TO KALAKAUA

XXX. TO PRINCESS KAIULANI

XXXI. TO MOTHER MARYANNE

XXXII. IN MEMORIAM E.H

XXXIII. TO MY WIFE

XXXIV. TO MY OLD FAMILIARS

XXXV

XXXVI. TO S. C

XXXVII. THE HOUSE OF TEMBINOKA

THE SONG

XXXVIII. THE WOODMAN

XXXIX. TROPIC RAIN

XL. AN END OF TRAVEL

XLI

XLII

XLIII. TO S.R. CROCKETT

XLIV. EVENSONG

ADDITIONAL POEMS

I. A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

II. RONDELS

1

2

3

4

III. EPISTLE TO CHARLES BAXTER

IV. THE SUSQUEHANNAH AND THE DELAWARE

V. EPISTLE TO ALBERT DEW-SMITH

VI. ALCAICS TO HORATIO F. BROWN

VII. A LYTLE JAPE OF TUSHERIE

VIII. TO VIRGIL AND DORA WILLIAMS

IX. BURLESQUE SONNET. TO ÆNEAS WILLIAM MACKINTOSH

X. THE FINE PACIFIC ISLANDS

XI. AULD REEKIE

XII. THE LESSON OF THE MASTER

XIII. THE CONSECRATION OF BRAILLE

XIV. SONG

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There are men and classes of men that stand above the common herd: the soldier, the sailor, and the shepherd not unfrequently; the artist rarely; rarelier still, the clergyman; the physician almost as a rule. He is the flower (such as it is) of our civilisation; and when that stage of man is done with, and only remembered to be marvelled at in history, he will be thought to have shared as little as any in the defects of the period, and most notably exhibited the virtues of the race. Generosity he has, such as is possible to those who practise an art, never to those who drive a trade; discretion, tested by a hundred secrets; tact, tried in a thousand embarrassments; and, what are more important, Heraclean cheerfulness and courage. So it is that he brings air and cheer into the sickroom, and often enough, though not so often as he wishes, brings healing.

Gratitude is but a lame sentiment; thanks, when they are expressed, are often more embarrassing than welcome; and yet I must set forth mine to a few out of many doctors who have brought me comfort and help: to Dr. Willey of San Francisco, whose kindness to a stranger it must be as grateful to him, as it is touching to me, to remember; to Dr. Karl Ruedi of Davos, the good genius of the English in his frosty mountains; to Dr. Herbert of Paris, whom I knew only for a week, and to Dr. Caissot of Montpellier, whom I knew only for ten days, and who have yet written their names deeply in my memory; to Dr. Brandt of Royat; to Dr. Wakefield of Nice; to Dr. Chepmell, whose visits make it a pleasure to be ill; to Dr. Horace Dobell, so wise in counsel; to Sir Andrew Clark, so unwearied in kindness; and to that wise youth, my uncle, Dr. Balfour.

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Gratitude is but a lame sentiment; thanks, when they are expressed, are often more embarrassing than welcome; and yet I must set forth mine to a few out of many doctors who have brought me comfort and help: to Dr. Willey of San Francisco, whose kindness to a stranger it must be as grateful to him, as it is touching to me, to remember; to Dr. Karl Ruedi of Davos, the good genius of the English in his frosty mountains; to Dr. Herbert of Paris, whom I knew only for a week, and to Dr. Caissot of Montpellier, whom I knew only for ten days, and who have yet written their names deeply in my memory; to Dr. Brandt of Royat; to Dr. Wakefield of Nice; to Dr. Chepmell, whose visits make it a pleasure to be ill; to Dr. Horace Dobell, so wise in counsel; to Sir Andrew Clark, so unwearied in kindness; and to that wise youth, my uncle, Dr. Balfour.

I forget as many as I remember; and I ask both to pardon me, these for silence, those for inadequate speech. But one name I have kept on purpose to the last, because it is a household word with me, and because if I had not received favours from so many hands and in so many quarters of the world, it should have stood upon this page alone: that of my friend Thomas Bodley Scott of Bournemouth. Will he accept this, although shared among so many, for a dedication to himself? and when next my ill-fortune (which has thus its pleasant side) brings him hurrying to me when he would fain sit down to meat or lie down to rest, will he care to remember that he takes this trouble for one who is not fool enough to be ungrateful?

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