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... The Dial , Poet Lore , and other publications . The writer herewith acknowledges the courtesy of the editors in allowing him to reprint the essays . Robert Louis Stevenson The Democratic and Aristocratic in Liter- ature.
... The Dial , Poet Lore , and other publications . The writer herewith acknowledges the courtesy of the editors in allowing him to reprint the essays . Robert Louis Stevenson The Democratic and Aristocratic in Liter- ature.
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... Poetry Washington Irving's Services to American History A Battle Laureate ५ The Renaissance in English American English Literature for Children 173 175 183 222 247 279 313 341 363 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE @ I ' HE day has Contents.
... Poetry Washington Irving's Services to American History A Battle Laureate ५ The Renaissance in English American English Literature for Children 173 175 183 222 247 279 313 341 363 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE @ I ' HE day has Contents.
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Richard Burton. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE @ I ' HE day has not yet come perhaps for an impartial judiciary on Robert Louis Stevenson . Contemporary criticism proverbially walks in Blind Man's Alley . But it is difficult not to speak of ...
Richard Burton. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE @ I ' HE day has not yet come perhaps for an impartial judiciary on Robert Louis Stevenson . Contemporary criticism proverbially walks in Blind Man's Alley . But it is difficult not to speak of ...
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... Stevenson's life will have a steadfast fascination . There was in it enough of variety and picturesqueness to catch the eye ; while , deeper down , one feels the pulse of the hero , the pathos of the struggle of a man bodily frail ...
... Stevenson's life will have a steadfast fascination . There was in it enough of variety and picturesqueness to catch the eye ; while , deeper down , one feels the pulse of the hero , the pathos of the struggle of a man bodily frail ...
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Page 331 - UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 196 - Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again. O blessed Bird ! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place; That is fit home for Thee ! 1804.
Page 263 - As the vine, which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunderbolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs ; so...
Page 21 - Before he can tell what cadences he truly prefers, the student should have tried all that are possible; before he can choose and preserve a fitting key of words, he should long have...
Page 212 - Where the bright seraphim, in burning row, Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow, And the cherubic host, in thousand quires, Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...
Page 21 - Perhaps I hear some one cry out: But this is not the way to be original! It is not; nor is there any way but to be born so. Nor yet, if you are born original, is there anything in this training that shall clip the wings of your originality.
Page 196 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird...
Page 298 - Starboard it was— and so, Like a black squall's lifting frown, Our mighty bow bore down On the iron beak of the Foe. We stood on the deck together. Men that had looked on death In battle and stormy weather; Yet a little we held our breath, When, with the hush of death, The great ships drew together. Our Captain strode to the bow, Drayton, courtly and wise, Kindly cynic, and wise {You hardly had known him now, The flame of fight in his eyes!) — His brave heart eager to feel How the oak would tell...
Page 297 - And ever, with steady con, The ship forged slowly by— And ever the crew fought on, And their cheers rang loud and high. Grand was the sight to see How by their guns they stood, Right in front of our dead, Fighting square abreast— Each brawny arm and chest All spotted with black and red, Chrism of fire and blood! Worth our watch, dull and sterile, Worth all the weary time, Worth the woe and the peril, To stand in that strait sublime!
Page 330 - INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And He was well content. Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last : 'Twas on a tree they slew Him —...