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Short 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."
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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
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I. THE VAGABOND - Give to me the life I love
II. YOUTH AND LOVE: I. - Once only by the garden gate
III. YOUTH AND LOVE: II. - To the heart of youth the world is
a highwayside
IV. In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand
V. She rested by the Broken Brook
VI. The infinite shining heavens
VII. Plain as the glistering planets shine
VIII. To you, let snows and roses
IX. Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams
X. I know not how it is with you
XI. I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
XII. WE HAVE LOVED OF YORE - Berried brake and reedy island
XIII. MATTER TRIUMPHANS - Son of my woman's body, you go, to
the drum and fife
XIV. Bright is the ring of words
XV. In the highlands, in the country places
XVI. Home no more home to me, wither must I wander?
XVII. WINTER - In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
XVIII. The stormy evening closes now in vain
XIX. TO DR. HAKE - In the beloved hour that ushers day
XX. TO - I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills
XXI. The morning drum-call on my eager ear
XXII. I have trod the upward and downward slope
XXIII. He hears with gladdened heart the thunder
XXIV. Farewell, fair day and fading light!
XXV. IF THIS WERE FAITH - God, if this were enough
XXVI. MY WIFE - Trusty, dusky, vivid, true
XXVII. TO THE MUSE - Resign the rhapsody, the dream
XXVIII. TO AN ISLAND PRINCESS - Since long ago, a child at home
XXIX. TO KALAKAUA - The Sliver Ship, my King - that was her name
XXX. TO PRINCESS KAIULANI - Forth form her land to mine she goes
XXXI. TO MOTHER MARYANNE - To see the infinite pity of this place
XXXII. IN MEMORIAM E. H. - I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare
XXXIII. TO MY WIFE - Long must elapse ere you behold again
XXXIV. TO MY OLD FAMILIARS - Do you remember - can we e'er forget?
XXXV. The tropics vanish, and meseems that I
XXXVI. TO S. C. - I heard the pulse of the besieging sea
XXXVII. THE HOUSE OF TEMBINOKA - Let us, who part like brothers, part
like bards
XXXVIII. THE WOODMAN - In all the grove, not stream nor bird
XXXIX. TROPIC RAIN - As the single pang of the blow, when the metal is
mingled well
XL. AN END OF TRAVEL - Let now your soul in this substantial world
XLI. We uncommiserate pass into the night
XLII. Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
XLIII. TO S. R. CROCKETT - Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and rain
are flying
XLIV. EVENSONG - The embers of the day are red
GIVE to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river -
There's the life for a man like me,
There's the life for ever.
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.
Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field -
Warm the fireside haven -
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.
ONCE only by the garden gate
Our lips we joined and parted.
I must fulfil an empty fate
And travel the uncharted.