New Poems, and Variant Readings. Robert Louis Stevenson

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       Robert Louis Stevenson

      New Poems, and Variant Readings

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664592583

       PREFACE

       PRAYER

       LO! IN THINE HONEST EYES I READ

       THOUGH DEEP INDIFFERENCE SHOULD DROWSE

       MY HEART, WHEN FIRST THE BLACK-BIRD SINGS

       I DREAMED OF FOREST ALLEYS FAIR

       I.

       II.

       III.

       IV.

       ST. MARTIN’S SUMMER

       THE OLD CHIMÆRAS, 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