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The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 14 (of 25), by Robert Louis Stevenson This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 14 (of 25) Author: Robert Louis Stevenson Other: Andrew Lang Release Date: December 12, 2009 [EBook #30659] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WORKS OF R.L. STEVENSON V14 OF 25 *** Produced by Marius Masi, Jonathan Ingram and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net 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. 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 A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM FROM HER BOY For the long nights you lay awake And watched for my unworthy sake: For your most comfortable hand That led me through the uneven land: For all the story-books you read: For all the pains you comforted: For all you pitied, all you bore, In sad and happy days of yore:— My second Mother, my first Wife, The angel of my infant life— From the sick child, now well and old, Take, nurse, the little book you hold! And grant it, Heaven, that all who read May find as dear a nurse at need, And every child who lists my rhyme, In the bright, fireside, nursery clime, May hear it in as kind a voice As made my childish days rejoice! R. L. S. 1 2 A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES I BED IN SUMMER In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way,— I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? II A THOUGHT It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place. III AT THE SEA-SIDE 3 4 When I was down beside the sea, A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more. IV YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT All night long, and every night, When my mamma puts out the light, I see the people marching by, As plain as day, before my eye. Armies and emperors and kings, All carrying different kinds of things, And marching in so grand a way, You never saw the like by day. So fine a show was never seen At the great circus on the green; For every kind of beast and man Is marching in that caravan. At first they move a little slow, But still the faster on they go, And still beside them close I keep Until we reach the town of Sleep. V WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN A child should always say what’s true, And speak when he is spoken to, And behave mannerly at table: At least as far as he is able. VI 5
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