The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 14
Title: The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 14
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson
Other: Andrew Lang
Release date: December 12, 2009 [eBook #30659]
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Language: English
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THE WORKS OF
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
SWANSTON EDITION
VOLUME XIV
Of this SWANSTON EDITION in Twenty-five
Volumes of the Works of ROBERT LOUIS
STEVENSON Two Thousand and Sixty Copies
have been printed, of which only Two Thousand
Copies are for sale.
This is No. ............
| ALISON CUNNINGHAM, R. L. S.’S NURSE |
THE WORKS OF
ROBERT LOUIS
STEVENSON
VOLUME FOURTEEN
LONDON: PUBLISHED BY CHATTO AND
WINDUS: IN ASSOCIATION WITH CASSELL
AND COMPANY LIMITED: WILLIAM
HEINEMANN: AND LONGMANS GREEN
AND COMPANY MDCCCCXII
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
CONTENTS
A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES
| PAGE | ||
| I. | Bed in Summer In winter I get up at night |
3 |
| II. | A Thought It is very nice to think |
3 |
| III. | At the Sea-side When I was down beside the sea |
4 |
| IV. | Young Night Thought All night long, and every night |
4 |
| V. | Whole Duty of Children A child should always say what’s true |
5 |
| VI. | Rain The rain is raining all around |
5 |
| VII. | Pirate Story Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing |
5 |
| VIII. | Foreign Lands Up into the cherry-tree |
6 |
| IX. | Windy Nights Whenever the moon and stars are set |
7 |
| X. | Travel I should like to rise and go |
7 |
| XI. | Singing Of speckled eggs the birdie sings |
9 |
| XII. | Looking Forward When I am grown to man’s estate |
9 |
| XIII. | A Good Play We built a ship upon the stairs |
9 |
| XIV. | Where go the Boats? Dark brown is the river |
10 |
| XV. | Auntie’s Skirts Whenever Auntie moves around |
11 |
| XVI. | The Land of Counterpane When I was sick and lay a-bed |
11 |
| XVII. | The Land of Nod From breakfast on all through the day |
12 |
| XVIII. | My Shadow I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me |
12 |
| XIX. | System Every night my prayers I say |
13 |
| XX. | A Good Boy I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day |
14 |
| XXI. | Escape at Bedtime The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out |
14 |
| XXII. | Marching Song Bring the comb and play upon it |
15 |
| XXIII. | The Cow The friendly cow, all red and white |
16 |
| XXIV. | Happy Thought The world is so full of a number of things |
16 |
| XXV. | The Wind I saw you toss the kites on high |
16 |
| XXVI. | Keepsake Mill Over the borders, a sin without pardon |
17 |
| XXVII. | Good and Bad Children Children, you are very little |
18 |
| XXVIII. | Foreign Children Little Indian, Sioux or Crow |
19 |
| XXIX. | The Sun’s Travels The sun is not a-bed when I |
20 |
| XXX. | The Lamplighter My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky |
20 |
| XXXI. | My Bed is a Boat My bed is like a little boat |
21 |
| XXXII. | The Moon The moon has a face like the clock in the hall |
22 |
| XXXIII. | The Swing How do you like to go up in a swing |
22 |
| XXXIV. | Time to Rise A birdie with a yellow bill |
23 |
| XXXV. | Looking-Glass River Smooth it slides upon its travel |
23 |
| XXXVI. | Fairy Bread Come up here, O dusty feet |
24 |
| XXXVII. | From a Railway Carriage Faster than fairies, faster than witches |
24 |
| XXXVIII. | Winter-Time Late lies the wintry sun a-bed |
25 |
| XXXIX. | The Hayloft Through all the pleasant meadow-side |
26 |
| XL. | Farewell to the Farm The coach is at the door at last |
26 |
| XLI. | North-West Passage | 27 |
| 1. Good Night When the bright lamp is carried in |
27 | |
| 2. Shadow March All round the house is the jet-black night |
28 | |
| 3. In Port Last, to the chamber where I lie |
28 | |
THE CHILD ALONE | ||
| I. | The Unseen Playmate When children are playing alone on the green |
31 |
| II. | My Ship and I O it’s I that am the captain of a tidy little ship |
32 |
| III. | My Kingdom Down by a shining water well |
32 |
| IV. | Picture-Books in Winter Summer fading, winter comes |
33 |
| V. | My Treasures These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest |
34 |
| VI. | Block City What are you able to build with your blocks |
35 |
| VII. | The Land of Story-Books At evening when the lamp is lit |
36 |
| VIII. | Armies in the Fire The lamps now glitter down the street |
37 |
| IX. | The Little Land When at home alone I sit |
38 |
GARDEN DAYS | ||
| I. | Night and Day When the golden day is done |
43 |
| II. | Nest Eggs Birds all the sunny day |
44 |
| III. | The Flowers All the names I know from nurse |
46 |
| IV. | Summer Sun Great is the sun, and wide he goes |
46 |
| V. | The Dumb Soldier When the grass was closely mown |
47 |
| VI. | Autumn Fires In the other gardens |
49 |
| VII. | The Gardener The gardener does not love to talk |
49 |
| VIII. | Historical Associations Dear Uncle Jim, this garden ground |
50 |
ENVOYS | ||
| I. | To Willie and Henrietta If two may read aright |
55 |
| II. | To My Mother You too, my mother, read my rhymes |
55 |
| III. | To Auntie Chief of our aunts—not only I |
56 |
| IV. | To Minnie The red room with the giant bed |
56 |
| V. | To my Name-Child Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed |
58 |
| VI. | To any Reader As from the house your mother sees |
59 |
UNDERWOODS | ||
BOOK I: IN ENGLISH | ||
| I. | Envoy Go, little book, and wish to all |
67 |
| II. | A Song of the Road The gauger walked with willing foot |
67 |
| III. | The Canoe Speaks On the great streams the ships may go |
68 |
| IV. | It is the season now to go |
70 |
| V. | The House Beautiful A naked house, a naked moor |
71 |
| VI. | A Visit From The Sea Far from the loud sea beaches |
72 |
| VII. | To a Gardener Friend, in my mountain-side demesne |
73 |
| VIII. | To Minnie A picture-frame for you to fill |
74 |
| IX. | To K. de M. A lover of the moorland bare |
74 |
| X. | To N. V. de G. S. The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears |
75 |
| XI. | To Will. H. Low Youth now flees on feathered foot |
76 |
| XII. | To Mrs. Will. H. Low Even in the bluest noonday of July |
77 |
| XIII. | To H. F. Brown I sit and wait a pair of oars |
78 |
| XIV. | To Andrew Lang Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair |
79 |
| XV. | Et tu in Arcadia vixisti (to r. a. m. s.) In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt |
80 |
| XVI. | To W. E. Henley The year runs through her phases; rain and sun |
82 |
| XVII. | Henry James Who comes to-night? We ope the doors in vain |
83 |
| XVIII. | The Mirror Speaks Where the bells peal far at sea |
84 |
| XIX. | Katharine We see you as we see a face |
85 |
| XX. | To F. J. S. I read, dear friend, in your dear face |
85 |
| XXI. | Requiem Under the wide and starry sky |
86 |
| XXII. | The Celestial Surgeon If I have faltered more or less |
86 |
| XXIII. | Our Lady of the Snows Out of the sun, out of the blast |
87 |
| XXIV. | Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert |
89 |
| XXV. | It is not yours, O mother, to complain |
90 |
| XXVI. | The Sick Child O mother, lay your hand on my brow |
92 |
| XXVII. | In Memoriam F. A. S. Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember |
93 |
| XXVIII. | To my Father Peace and her huge invasion to these shores |
93 |
| XXIX. | In the States With half a heart I wander here |
94 |
| XXX. | A Portrait I am a kind of farthing dip |
95 |
| XXXI. | Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still |
96 |
| XXXII. | A Camp The bed was made, the room was fit |
96 |
| XXXIII. | The Country of the Camisards We travelled in the print of olden wars |
96 |
| XXXIV. | Skerryvore For love of lovely words, and for the sake |
97 |
| XXXV. | Skerryvore: The Parallel Here all is sunny, and when the truant gull |
97 |
| XXXVI. | My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves |
98 |
| XXXVII. | My body which my dungeon is |
98 |
| XXXVIII. | Say not of me that weakly I declined |
99 |
BOOK II: IN SCOTS | ||
| I. | The Maker to Posterity Far ’yont amang the years to be |
105 |
| II. | Ille Terrarum Frae nirly, nippin’, Eas’lan’ breeze |
106 |
| III. | When aince Aprile has fairly come |
109 |
| IV. | A Mile an’ a Bittock A mile an’ a bittock, a mile or twa |
110 |
| V. | A Lowden Sabbath Morn The clinkum-clank o’ Sabbath bells |
111 |
| VI. | The Spaewife O, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I |
116 |
| VII. | The Blast—1875 It’s rainin’. Weet’s the gairden sod |
116 |
| VIII. | The Counterblast—1886 My bonny man, the warld, it’s true |
118 |
| IX. | The Counterblast Ironical It’s strange that God should fash to frame |
120 |
| X. | Their Laureate to an Academy Class Dinner Club Dear Thamson class, whaure’er I gang |
121 |
| XI. | Embro Hie Kirk The Lord Himsel’ in former days |
123 |
| XII. | The Scotsman’s Return from Abroad In mony a foreign pairt I’ve been |
125 |
| XIII. | Late In the night in bed I lay |
129 |
| XIV. | My Conscience! Of a’ the ills that flesh can fear |
131 |
| XV. | To Dr. John Brown By Lyne and Tyne, by Thames and Tees |
133 |
| XVI. | It’s an owercome sooth for age an’ youth |
135 |
BALLADS | ||
THE SONG OF RAHÉRO | ||
A LEGEND OF TAHITI | ||
| I. | The Slaying of Támatéa | 139 |
| II. | The Venging Of Támatéa | 148 |
| III. | Rahéro | 159 |
THE FEAST OF FAMINE | ||
MARQUESAN MANNERS | ||
| I. | The Priest’s Vigil | 169 |
| II. | The Lovers | 172 |
| III. | The Feast | 176 |
| IV. | The Raid | 182 |
TICONDEROGA | ||
A LEGEND OF THE WEST HIGHLANDS | ||
| I. | The Saying of the Name | 189 |
| II. | The Seeking of the Name | 194 |
| III. | The Place of the Name | 196 |
HEATHER ALE | ||
A GALLOWAY LEGEND | ||
| From the bonny bells of heather | 201 | |
CHRISTMAS AT SEA | ||
| The sheets were frozen hard | 207 | |
| Notes to The Song of Rahéro | 211 | |
| Notes to The Feast of Famine | 213 | |
| Notes to Ticonderoga | 214 | |
| Note to Heather Ale | 215 | |
SONGS OF TRAVEL | ||
| I. | The Vagabond Give to me the life I love |
219 |
| II. | Youth and Love—I Once only by the garden gate |
220 |
| III. | Youth and Love—II To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside |
221 |
| IV. | In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand |
221 |
| V. | She rested by the Broken Brook |
222 |
| VI. | The infinite shining heavens |
222 |
| VII. | Plain as the glistering planets shine |
223 |
| VIII. | To you, let snow and roses |
224 |
| IX. | Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams |
224 |
| X. | I know not how it is with you |
225 |
| XI. | I will make you brooches and toys for your delight |
225 |
| XII. | We have loved of Yore Berried brake and reedy island |
226 |
| XIII. | Mater Triumphans Son of my woman’s body, you go, to the drum and fife |
227 |
| XIV. | Bright is the ring of words |
227 |
| XV. | In the highlands, in the country places |
228 |
| XVI. | Home no more home to me, whither must I wander |
229 |
| XVII. | Winter In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane |
230 |
| XVIII. | The stormy evening closes now in vain |
230 |
| XIX. | To Dr. Hake In the beloved hour that ushers day |
231 |
| XX. | To —— I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills |
232 |
| XXI. | The morning drum-call on my eager ear |
233 |
| XXII. | I have trod the upward and the downward slope |
233 |
| XXIII. | He hears with gladdened heart the thunder |
233 |
| XXIV. | Farewell, fair day and fading light |
233 |
| XXV. | If this were Faith God, if this were enough |
234 |
| XXVI. | My Wife Trusty, dusky, vivid, true |
235 |
| XXVII. | To the Muse Resign the rhapsody, the dream |
236 |
| XXVIII. | To an Island Princess Since long ago, a child at home |
237 |
| XXIX. | To Kalakaua The Silver Ship, my King—that was her name |
238 |
| XXX. | To Princess Kaiulani Forth from her land to mine she goes |
239 |
| XXXI. | To Mother Maryanne To see the infinite pity of this place |
240 |
| XXXII. | In Memoriam E. H. I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare |
240 |
| XXXIII. | To my Wife Long must elapse ere you behold again |
241 |
| XXXIV. | To my old Familiars Do you remember—can we e’er forget |
242 |
| XXXV. | The tropics vanish, and meseems that I |
243 |
| XXXVI. | To S. C. I heard the pulse of the besieging sea |
244 |
| XXXVII. | The House of Tembinoka Let us, who part like brothers, part like bards |
245 |
| XXXVIII. | The Woodman In all the grove, nor stream nor bird |
249 |
| XXXIX. | Tropic Rain As the single pang of the blow, when the metal is mingled well |
254 |
| XL. | An End of Travel Let now your soul in this substantial world |
255 |
| XLI. | We uncommiserate pass into the night |
255 |
| XLII. | Sing me a song of a lad that is gone |
256 |
| XLIII. | To S. R. Crockett Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying |
257 |
| XLIV. | Evensong The embers of the day are red |
257 |
ADDITIONAL POEMS | ||
| I. | A Familiar Epistle Blame me not that this epistle |
261 |
| II. | Rondels 1. Far have you come, my lady, from the town 2. Nous n’irons plus au bois 3. Since I am sworn to live my life 4. Of his pitiable transformation |
263 |
| III. | Epistle to Charles Baxter Noo lyart leaves blaw ower the green |
265 |
| IV. | The Susquehannah and the Delaware Of where or how, I nothing know |
267 |
| V. | Epistle to Albert Dew-Smith Figure me to yourself, I pray |
268 |
| VI. | Alcaics to Horatio F. Brown Brave lads in olden musical centuries |
270 |
| VII. | A Lytle Jape of Tusherie The pleasant river gushes |
272 |
| VIII. | To Virgil and Dora Williams Here, from the forelands of the tideless sea |
273 |
| IX. | Burlesque Sonnet Thee, Mackintosh, artificer of light |
273 |
| X. | The Fine Pacific Islands The jolly English Yellowboy |
274 |
| XI. | Auld Reekie When chitterin’ cauld the day sall daw |
275 |
| XII. | The Lesson of the Master Adela, Adela, Adela Chart |
276 |
| XIII. | The Consecration of Braille I was a barren tree before |
276 |
| XIV. | Song Light foot and tight foot |
277 |