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    New Poems
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    New Poems

    By Robert Louis Stevenson

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    Poetry collection. According to Wikipedia: "Robert Louis (Balfour) Stevenson ( 1850 - 1894), was a Scottish novelist, poet, and travel writer, and a leading representative of Neo-romanticism in English literature. He was the man who "seemed to pick the right word up on the point of his pen, like a man playing spillikins", as G. K. Chesterton put it. He was also greatly admired by many authors, including Jorge Luis Borges, Ernest Hemingway, Rudyard Kipling, Vladimir Nabokov, and J. M. Barrie. Most modernist writers dismissed him, however, because he was popular and did not write within their definition of modernism. It is only recently that critics have begun to look beyond Stevenson's popularity and allow him a place in the canon."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSeltzer Books
    Release dateMar 1, 2018
    ISBN9781455373802
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    Robert Louis Stevenson

    Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburgh in 1850, the only son of an engineer, Thomas Stevenson. Despite a lifetime of poor health, Stevenson was a keen traveller, and his first book An Inland Voyage (1878) recounted a canoe tour of France and Belgium. In 1880, he married an American divorcee, Fanny Osbourne, and there followed Stevenson's most productive period, in which he wrote, amongst other books, Treasure Island (1883), The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, and Kidnapped (both 1886). In 1888, Stevenson left Britain in search of a more salubrious climate, settling in Samoa, where he died in 1894.

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      New Poems - Robert Louis Stevenson

      NEW POEMS BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

      published by Samizdat Express, Orange, CT, USA

      established in 1974, offering over 14,000 books

      Books and Stories by Robert Louis Stevenson:

      Across the Plains

      The Art of Writing

      Ballads

      Black Arrow

      The Bottle Imp

      Catriona or David Balfour (sequel to Kidnapped)

      A Child's Garden of Verses

      The Ebb-Tide

      Edinburgh

      Essays

      Essays of Travel

      Fables

      Familiar Studies of Men and Books

      Father Damien

      Footnote to History

      In the South Seas

      An Inland Voyage

      Island Nights' Entertainments

      Kidnapped

      Lay Morals

      Letters

      Lodging for the Night

      Markheim

      Master of Ballantrae

      Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin

      Memories and Portraits

      Merry Men

      Moral Emblems

      New Arabian Nights

      New Poems

      The Pavilion on the Links

      Four Plays

      The Pocket R. L. S.

      Prayers Written at Vailima

      Prince Otto

      Records of a Family of Engineers

      The Sea Fogs

      The Silverado Squatters

      Songs of Travel

      St. Ives

      The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

      Tales and Fantasies

      Thrawn Janet

      Travels with a Donkey

      Treasure Island

      Underwoods

      Vailima Letters

      Virginibus Puerisque

      The Waif Woman

      Weir of Hermiston

      The Wrecker

      The Wrong Box

      feedback welcome: info@samizdat.com

      visit us at samizdat.com

      PRAYER

      LO! IN THINE HONEST EYES I READ

      THOUGH DEEP INDIFFERENCE SHOULD DROWSE

      MY HEART, WHEN FIRST THE BLACKBIRD SINGS

      I DREAMED OF FOREST ALLEYS FAIR

      ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER

      DEDICATION

      THE OLD CHIMAERAS, OLD RECEIPTS

      PRELUDE

      THE VANQUISHED KNIGHT

      TO THE COMMISSIONERS OF NORTHERN LIGHTS

      THE RELIC TAKEN, WHAT AVAILS THE SHRINE?

      ABOUT THE SHELTERED GARDEN GROUND

      AFTER READING ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA

      I KNOW NOT HOW, BUT AS I COUNT

      SPRING SONG

      THE SUMMER SUN SHONE ROUND ME

      YOU LOOKED SO TEMPTING IN THE PEW

      LOVE'S VICISSITUDES

      DUDDINGSTONE

      STOUT MARCHES LEAD TO CERTAIN ENDS

      AWAY WITH FUNERAL MUSIC

      TO SYDNEY

      HAD I THE POWER THAT HAVE THE WILL

      O DULL COLD NORTHERN SKY

      APOLOGETIC POSTSCRIPT OF A YEAR LATER

      TO MARCUS

      TO OTTILIE

      THIS GLOOMY NORTHERN DAY

      THE WIND IS WITHOUT THERE AND HOWLS IN THE TREES

      A VALENTINE'S SONG

      HAIL!  CHILDISH SLAVES OF SOCIAL RULES

      SWALLOWS TRAVEL TO AND FRO

      TO MESDAMES ZASSETSKY AND GARSCHINE

      TO MADAME GARSCHINE

      MUSIC AT THE VILLA MARINA

      FEAR NOT, DEAR FRIEND, BUT FREELY LIVE YOUR DAYS

      LET LOVE GO, IF GO SHE WILL

      I DO NOT FEAR TO OWN ME KIN

      I AM LIKE ONE THAT FOR LONG DAYS HAD SATE

      VOLUNTARY

      ON NOW, ALTHOUGH THE YEAR BE DONE

      IN THE GREEN AND GALLANT SPRING

      DEATH, TO THE DEAD FOR EVERMORE

      TO CHARLES BAXTER

      I WHO ALL THE WINTER THROUGH

      LOVE, WHAT IS LOVE?

      SOON OUR FRIENDS PERISH

      AS ONE WHO HAVING WANDERED ALL NIGHT LONG

      STRANGE ARE THE WAYS OF MEN

      THE WIND BLEW SHRILL AND SMART

      MAN SAILS THE DEEP AWHILE

      THE COCK'S CLEAR VOICE INTO THE CLEARER AIR

      NOW WHEN THE NUMBER OF MY YEARS

      WHAT MAN MAY LEARN, WHAT MAN MAY DO

      SMALL IS THE TRUST WHEN LOVE IS GREEN

      KNOW YOU THE RIVER NEAR TO GREZ

      IT'S FORTH ACROSS THE ROARING FOAM

      AN ENGLISH BREEZE

      AS IN THEIR FLIGHT THE BIRDS OF SONG

      THE PIPER

      TO MRS. MACMARLAND

      TO MISS CORNISH

      TALES OF ARABIA

      BEHOLD, AS GOBLINS DARK OF MIEN

      STILL I LOVE TO RHYME

      LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASE

      FLOWER GOD, GOD OF THE SPRING

      COME, MY BELOVED, HEAR FROM ME

      SINCE YEARS AGO FOR EVERMORE

      ENVOY FOR A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES

      FOR RICHMOND'S GARDEN WALL

      HAIL, GUEST, AND ENTER FREELY!

      LO, NOW, MY GUEST

      SO LIVE, SO LOVE, SO USE THAT FRAGILE HOUR

      AD SE IPSUM

      BEFORE THIS LITTLE GIFT WAS COME

      GO, LITTLE BOOK - THE ANCIENT PHRASE

      MY LOVE WAS WARM

      DEDICATORY POEM FOR UNDERWOODS

      FAREWELL

      THE FAR-FARERS

      COME, MY LITTLE CHILDREN, HERE ARE SONGS FOR YOU

      HOME FROM THE DAISIED MEADOWS

      EARLY IN THE MORNING I HEAR ON YOUR PIANO

      FAIR ISLE AT SEA

      LOUD AND LOW IN THE CHIMNEY

      I LOVE TO BE WARM BY THE RED FIRESIDE

      AT LAST SHE COMES

      MINE EYES WERE SWIFT TO KNOW THEE

      FIXED IS THE DOOM

      MEN ARE HEAVEN'S PIERS

      THE ANGLER ROSE, HE TOOK HIS ROD

      SPRING CAROL

      TO WHAT SHALL I COMPARE HER

      WHEN THE SUN COMES AFTER RAIN

      LATE, O MILLER

      TO FRIENDS AT HOME

      I, WHOM APOLLO SOMETIME VISITED

      TEMPEST TOSSED AND SORE AFFLICTED

      VARIANT FORM OF THE PRECEDING POEM

      I NOW, O FRIEND, WHOM NOISELESSLY THE SNOWS

      SINCE THOU HAST GIVEN ME THIS GOOD HOPE, O GOD

      GOD GAVE TO ME A CHILD IN PART

      OVER THE LAND IS APRIL

      LIGHT AS THE LINNET ON MY WAY I START

      COMIC, HERE IS ADIEU TO THE CITY

      IT BLOWS A SNOWING GALE

      NE SIT ANCILLAE TIBI AMOR PUDOR

      TO ALL THAT LOVE THE FAR AND BLUE

      THOU STRAINEST THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN FERN

      TO ROSABELLE

      NOW BARE TO THE BEHOLDER'S EYE

      THE BOUR-TREE DEN

      SONNETS

      FRAGMENTS

      AIR OF DIABELLI'S

      EPITAPHIUM EROTII

      DE M. ANTONIO

      AD MAGISTRUM LUDI

      AD NEPOTEM

      IN CHARIDEMUM

      DE LIGURRA

      IN LUPUM

      AD QUINTILIANUM

      DE HORTIS JULII MARTIALIS

      AD MARTIALEM

      IN MAXIMUM

      AD OLUM

      DE COENATIONE MICAE

      DE EROTIO PUELLA

      AD PISCATOREM

      PRAYER

      I ASK good things that I detest,

      With speeches fair;

      Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast,

      But hear my prayer.

      I say ill things I would not say -

      Things unaware:

      Regard my breast, Lord, in Thy day,

      And not my prayer.

      My heart is evil in Thy sight:

      My good thoughts flee:

      O Lord, I cannot wish aright -

      Wish Thou for me.

      O bend my words and acts to Thee,

      However ill,

      That I, whate'er I say or be,

      May serve Thee still.

      O let my thoughts abide in Thee

      Lest I should fall:

      Show me Thyself in all I see,

      Thou Lord of all.

      LO! IN THINE HONEST EYES I READ

      LO! in thine honest eyes I read

      The auspicious beacon that shall lead,

      After long sailing in deep seas,

      To quiet havens in June ease.

      Thy voice sings like an inland bird

      First by the seaworn sailor heard;

      And like road sheltered from life's sea

      Thine honest heart is unto me.

      THOUGH DEEP INDIFFERENCE SHOULD DROWSE

      THOUGH deep indifference should drowse

      The sluggish life beneath my brows,

      And all the external things I see

      Grow snow-showers in the street to me,

      Yet inmost in my stormy

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