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CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER IX CHAPTER X CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XII CHAPTER XIII CHAPTER XIV CHAPTER XV CHAPTER XVI CHAPTER XVII CHAPTER XVIII CHAPTER XIX CHAPTER XX CHAPTER XXI CHAPTER XXII CHAPTER XXIII CHAPTER XXIV CHAPTER XXV CHAPTER XXVI CHAPTER XXVII CHAPTER XXVIII CHAPTER XXIX CHAPTER XXX |
I SET OFF UPON MY JOURNEY TO THE HOUSE OF SHAWS I COME TO MY JOURNEY’S END I MAKE ACQUAINTANCE OF MY UNCLE I RUN A GREAT DANGER IN THE HOUSE OF SHAWS I GO TO THE QUEEN’S FERRY WHAT BEFELL AT THE QUEEN’S FERRY I GO TO SEA IN THE BRIG “COVENANT” OF DYSART THE ROUND-HOUSE THE MAN WITH THE BELT OF GOLD THE SIEGE OF THE ROUND-HOUSE THE CAPTAIN KNUCKLES UNDER I HEAR OF THE “RED FOX” THE LOSS OF THE BRIG THE ISLET THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON: THROUGH THE ISLE OF MULL THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON: ACROSS MORVEN THE DEATH OF THE RED FOX TALK WITH ALAN IN THE WOOD OF LETTERMORE THE HOUSE OF FEAR THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE ROCKS THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE HEUGH OF CORRYNAKIEGH THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE MOOR CLUNY’S CAGE THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER THE QUARREL IN BALQUHIDDER END OF THE FLIGHT: WE PASS THE FORTH I COME TO MR. RANKEILLOR I GO IN QUEST OF MY INHERITANCE I COME INTO MY KINGDOM GOOD-BYE |
BY
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
1905
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THE MISADVENTURES OF JOHN NICHOLSON |
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IN WHICH JOHN SOWS THE WIND |
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IN WHICH JOHN REAPS THE WHIRLWIND |
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III. |
IN WHICH JOHN ENJOYS THE HARVEST HOME |
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IV. |
THE SECOND SOWING |
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V. |
THE PRODIGAL’S RETURN |
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VI. |
THE HOUSE AT MURRAYFIELD |
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VII. |
A TRAGI-COMEDY IN A CAB |
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VIII. |
SINGULAR INSTANCE OF THE UTILITY OF PASS-KEYS |
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IX. |
IN WHICH MR. NICHOLSON ACCEPTS THE PRINCIPLE OF AN ALLOWANCE |
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THE BODY-SNATCHER |
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THE STORY OF A LIE |
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INTRODUCES THE ADMIRAL |
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II. |
A LETTER TO THE PAPERS |
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III. |
IN THE ADMIRAL’S NAME |
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IV. |
ESTHER ON THE FILIAL RELATION |
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THE PRODIGAL FATHER MAKES HIS DEBUT AT HOME |
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VI. |
THE PRODIGAL FATHER GOES ON FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH |
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VII. |
THE ELOPEMENT |
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VIII. |
BATTLE ROYAL |
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IX. |
IN WHICH THE LIBERAL EDITOR RE-APPEARS AS ‘DEUS EX MACHINA’ |
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BY
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
NINTH EDITION
LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
1898
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BOOK I.—In English |
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I. |
Envoy—Go, little book |
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II. |
A Song of the Road—The gauger walked |
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III. |
The Canoe Speaks—On the great streams |
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IV. |
It is the season |
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V. |
The House Beautiful—A naked house, a naked moor |
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VI. |
A Visit from the Sea—Far from the loud sea beaches |
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To a Gardener—Friend, in my mountain-side demesne |
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VIII. |
To Minnie—A picture frame for you to fill |
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To K. de M.—A lover of the moorland bare |
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To N. V. de G. S.—The unfathomable sea |
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XI. |
To Will. H. Low—Youth now flees |
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XII. |
To Mrs. Will. H. Low—Even in the bluest noonday of July |
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XIII. |
To H. F. Brown—I sit and wait |
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XIV. |
To Andrew Lang—Dear Andrew |
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XV. |
Et tu in Arcadia vixisti—In ancient tales, O friend |
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To W. E. Henley—The year runs through her phases |
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XVII. |
Henry James—Who comes to-night |
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XVIII. |
The Mirror Speaks—Where the bells |
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XIX. |
Katharine—We see you as we see a face |
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XX. |
To F. J. S.—I read, dear friend |
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XXI. |
Requiem—Under the wide and starry sky |
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XXII. |
The Celestial Surgeon—If I have faltered |
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XXIII. |
Our Lady of the Snows—Out of the sun |
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XXIV. |
Not yet, my soul |
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XXV. |
It is not yours, O mother, to complain |
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XXVI. |
The Sick Child—O mother, lay your hand on my brow |
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XXVII. |
In Memoriam F. A. S.—Yet, O stricken heart |
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XXVIII. |
To my Father—Peace and her huge invasion |
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XXIX. |
In the States—With half a heart |
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XXX. |
A Portrait—I am a kind of farthing dip |
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XXXI. |
Sing clearlier, Muse |
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XXXII. |
A Camp—The bed was made |
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XXXIII. |
The Country of the Camisards—We travelled in the print of olden wars |
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XXXIV. |
Skerryvore—For love of lovely words |
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XXXV. |
Skerryvore: The Parallel—Here all is sunny |
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XXXVI. |
My house, I say |
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XXXVII. |
My body which my dungeon is |
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XXXVIII. |
Say not of me that weakly I declined |
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BOOK II.—In Scots |
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The Maker to Posterity—Far ’yont amang the years to be |
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II. |
Ille Terrarum—Frae nirly, nippin’, Eas’lan’ breeze |
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III. |
When aince Aprile has fairly come |
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IV. |
A Mile an’ a Bittock |
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V. |
A Lowden Sabbath Morn—The clinkum-clank o’ Sabbath bells |
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VI. |
The Spaewife—O, I wad like to ken |
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VII. |
The Blast—1875—It’s rainin’. Weet’s the gairden sod |
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VIII. |
The Counterblast—1886—My bonny man, the warld, it’s true |
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IX. |
The Counterblast Ironical—It’s strange that God should fash to frame |
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X. |
Their Laureate to an Academy Class Dinner Club—Dear Thamson class, whaure’er I gang |
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XI. |
Embro Hie Kirk—The Lord Himsel’ in former days |
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XII. |
The Scotsman’s Return from Abroad—In mony a foreign pairt I’ve been |
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XIII. |
Late in the nicht |
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XIV. |
My Conscience!—Of a’ the ills that flesh can fear |
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XV. |
To Doctor John Brown—By Lyne and Tyne, by Thames and Tees |
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XVI. |
It’s an owercome sooth for age an’ youth |
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BY
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
1918
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PRAYER |
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LO! IN THINE HONEST EYES I READ |
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THOUGH DEEP INDIFFERENCE SHOULD DROWSE |
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MY HEART, WHEN FIRST THE BLACKBIRD SINGS |
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I DREAMED OF FOREST ALLEYS FAIR |
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ST. MARTIN’S SUMMER |
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DEDICATION |
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THE OLD CHIMÆRAS, OLD RECEIPTS |
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PRELUDE |
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THE VANQUISHED KNIGHT |
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TO THE COMMISSIONERS OF NORTHERN LIGHTS |
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THE RELIC TAKEN, WHAT AVAILS THE SHRINE? |
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ABOUT THE SHELTERED GARDEN GROUND |
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AFTER READING “ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA” |
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I KNOW NOT HOW, BUT AS I COUNT |
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SPRING SONG |
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THE SUMMER SUN SHONE ROUND ME |
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YOU LOOKED SO TEMPTING IN THE PEW |
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LOVE’S VICISSITUDES |
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DUDDINGSTONE |
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STOUT MARCHES LEAD TO CERTAIN ENDS |
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AWAY WITH FUNERAL MUSIC |
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TO SYDNEY |
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HAD I THE POWER THAT HAVE THE WILL |
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O DULL COLD NORTHERN SKY |
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APOLOGETIC POSTSCRIPT OF A YEAR LATER |
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TO MARCUS |
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TO OTTILIE |
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THIS GLOOMY NORTHERN DAY |
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THE WIND IS WITHOUT THERE AND HOWLS IN THE TREES |
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A VALENTINE’S SONG |
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HAIL! CHILDISH SLAVES OF SOCIAL RULES |
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SWALLOWS TRAVEL TO AND FRO |
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TO MADAME GARSCHINE |
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MUSIC AT THE VILLA MARINA |
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FEAR NOT, DEAR FRIEND, BUT FREELY LIVE YOUR DAYS |
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LET LOVE GO, IF GO SHE WILL |
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I DO NOT FEAR TO OWN ME KIN |
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I AM LIKE ONE THAT FOR LONG DAYS HAD SATE |
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VOLUNTARY |
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ON NOW, ALTHOUGH THE YEAR BE DONE |
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IN THE GREEN AND GALLANT SPRING |
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DEATH, TO THE DEAD FOR EVERMORE |
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TO CHARLES BAXTER |
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I WHO ALL THE WINTER THROUGH |
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LOVE, WHAT IS LOVE? |
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SOON OUR FRIENDS PERISH |
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AS ONE WHO HAVING WANDERED ALL NIGHT LONG |
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STRANGE ARE THE WAYS OF MEN |
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THE WIND BLEW SHRILL AND SMART |
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MAN SAILS THE DEEP AWHILE |
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THE COCK’S CLEAR VOICE INTO THE CLEARER AIR |
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NOW WHEN THE NUMBER OF MY YEARS |
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WHAT MAN MAY LEARN, WHAT MAN MAY DO |
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SMALL IS THE TRUST WHEN LOVE IS GREEN |
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KNOW YOU THE RIVER NEAR TO GREZ |
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IT’S FORTH ACROSS THE ROARING FOAM |
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AN ENGLISH BREEZE |
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AS IN THEIR FLIGHT THE BIRDS OF SONG |
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THE PIPER |
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TO MRS. MACMARLAND |
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TO MISS CORNISH |
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TALES OF ARABIA |
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BEHOLD, AS GOBLINS DARK OF MIEN |
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STILL I LOVE TO RHYME |
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LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASE |
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FLOWER GOD, GOD OF THE SPRING |
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COME, MY BELOVED, HEAR FROM ME |
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SINCE YEARS AGO FOR EVERMORE |
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ENVOY FOR “A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES” |
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FOR RICHMOND’S GARDEN WALL |
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LO, NOW, MY GUEST |
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SO LIVE, SO LOVE, SO USE THAT FRAGILE HOUR |
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AD SE IPSUM |
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BEFORE THIS LITTLE GIFT WAS COME |
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GO, LITTLE BOOK—THE ANCIENT PHRASE |
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MY LOVE WAS WARM |
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DEDICATORY POEM FOR “UNDERWOODS” |
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FAREWELL |
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THE FAR-FARERS |
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COME, MY LITTLE CHILDREN, HERE ARE SONGS FOR YOU |
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HOME FROM THE DAISIED MEADOWS |
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EARLY IN THE MORNING I HEAR ON YOUR PIANO |
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FAIR ISLE AT SEA |
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LOUD AND LOW IN THE CHIMNEY |
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I LOVE TO BE WARM BY THE RED FIRESIDE |
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AT LAST SHE COMES |
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MINE EYES WERE SWIFT TO KNOW THEE |
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FIXED IS THE DOOM |
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MEN ARE HEAVEN’S PIERS |
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THE ANGLER ROSE, HE TOOK HIS ROD |
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SPRING CAROL |
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TO WHAT SHALL I COMPARE HER |
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WHEN THE SUN COMES AFTER RAIN |
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LATE, O MILLER |
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TO FRIENDS AT HOME |
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I, WHOM APOLLO SOMETIME VISITED |
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TEMPEST TOSSED AND SORE AFFLICTED |
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VARIANT FORM OF THE PRECEDING POEM |
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I NOW, O FRIEND, WHOM NOISELESSLY THE SNOWS |
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SINCE THOU HAST GIVEN ME THIS GOOD HOPE, O GOD |
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GOD GAVE TO ME A CHILD IN PART |
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OVER THE LAND IS APRIL |
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LIGHT AS THE LINNET ON MY WAY I START |
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COMIC, HERE IS ADIEU TO THE CITY |
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IT BLOWS A SNOWING GALE |
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NE SIT ANCILLÆ TIBI AMOR PUDOR |
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TO ALL THAT LOVE THE FAR AND BLUE |
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THOU STRAINEST THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN FERN |
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NOW BARE TO THE BEHOLDER’S EYE |
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THE BOUR-TREE DEN |
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SONNETS |
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FRAGMENTS |
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AIR OF DIABELLI’S |
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EPITAPHIUM EROTII |
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DE M. ANTONIO |
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AD MAGISTRUM LUDI |
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AD NEPOTEM |
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IN CHARIDEMUM |
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DE LIGURRA |
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IN LUPUM |
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AD QUINTILIANUM |
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DE HORTIS JULII MARTIALIS |
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AD MARTIALEM |
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IN MAXIMUM |
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AD OLUM |
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DE CŒNATIONE MICÆ |
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DE EROTIO PUELLA |
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AD PISCATOREM |