The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: Letters to his family and friednsScribner's, 1899 |
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admire affectionate amuse Apia Balfour Barrie beautiful begin believe BOURNEMOUTH called chapter CHARLES BAXTER course cruise Curaçoa DEAR CHARLES delightful E. L. BURLINGAME Edinburgh Fanny father feel give gone hand hear heart HENRY JAMES Hermiston Honolulu hope interest island J. M. BARRIE James Payn kind lady least letter live Lloyd look Master of Ballantrae matter mind months morning mother never night novel paper perhaps pleasure pretty R. L. STEVENSON remember ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Samoa SARANAC LAKE schooner Scribner seems ship SIDNEY COLVIN sincerely SKERRYVORE South Seas squalls story strange suppose sure Sydney tale Tautira tell thank thing thought Tusitala UPOLU VAILIMA verses volume voyage Weir of Hermiston whole wife wish wonder word Wrecker write written yacht
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Page 357 - ... so long, it seems to me I have won my wager and recovered my glove. I am better now, have been rightly speaking since first I came to the Pacific; and still, few are the days when I am not in some physical distress. And the battle goes on — ill or well, is a trifle; so as it goes. I was made for a contest, and the Powers have so willed that my battlefield should be this dingy, inglorious one of the bed and the physic bottle.
Page 142 - Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, % Lone stands the house and the chimney-stone is cold. Lone let it stand, now the folks are all departed, The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.
Page 276 - Have transferred, and do hereby transfer, to the said Annie H. Ide, all and whole my rights and privileges in the thirteenth day of November, formerly my birthday, now, hereby, and henceforth, the birthday of the said Annie H. Ide, to have, hold, exercise, and enjoy the same in the customary manner, by the sporting of fine raiment, eating of rich meats, and receipt of gifts, compliments, and copies of verse, according to the manner of our ancestors; And I direct the said Annie H.
Page 276 - In witness whereof I have hereto set my hand and seal this nineteenth day of June in the year of grace eighteen hundred and ninety-one.
Page 275 - I, Robert Louis Stevenson, Advocate of the Scots Bar, author of " The Master of Ballantrae " and " Moral Emblems," stuck civil engineer, sole owner and patentee of the Palace and Plantation known as Vailima in the island of Upolu, Samoa, a British Subject, being in sound mind, and pretty well, I thank you, in body : In consideration that Miss Annie H.
Page 123 - I am one of the few people in the world who do not forget their own lives. Good-bye, then, my dear fellow, and please write us a word; we expect to have three mails in the next two months: Honolulu, Tahiti, and Guayaquil. But letters will be forwarded from Scribner's, if you hear nothing more definite directly. In 3 (three) days I leave for San Francisco. — Ever yours most cordially, RLS...
Page 282 - slow study,' and sit for a long while silent on my eggs. Unconscious thought, there is the only method : macerate your subject, let it boil slow, then take the lid off and look in — and there your stuff is — good or bad.
Page 382 - Valley ; the stanzas beginning " "When her mother tends her " haunted me and made me drunk like wine ; and I remember waking with them all the echoes of the hills about Hyeres. It may interest you to hear that I have a third time fallen in slavery : this is to your poem called the Lake Isle of Innisfree.
Page 10 - YOUTH now flees on feathered foot, Faint and fainter sounds the flute, Rarer songs of gods; and still Somewhere on the sunny hill, Or along the winding stream, Through the willows, flits a dream...
Page 369 - I am sensitive to criticism, if it be hostile; I am sensitive indeed, when it is friendly; and when I read such criticism as yours, I am emboldened to go on and praise God. You are still young, and you may live to do much. The little artificial popularity of style in England tends, I think, to die out; the British pig returns to his true love, the love of the style-less, of the shapeless, of the slapdash and the disorderly.