by Robert Louis Stevenson
IN A CERTAIN West Indian Isle, there stood a house and hard by a grove of trees. In the house there dwelt a vivisectionist, and on the trees a clan of anthropoid apes. It chanced that … Read the rest
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A Christmas Sermon
by Robert Louis Stevenson
By the time this paper appears, I shall have been talking for twelve months;[1] and it is thought I should take my leave in a formal and seasonable manner. Valedictory eloquence is rare, and death-bed sayings … Read the rest
A Lodging for the Night
by Robert Louis Stevenson
It was late in November 1456. The snow fell over Paris with rigorous, relentless persistence; sometimes the wind made a sally and scattered it in flying vortices; sometimes there was a lull, and flake after flake … Read the rest
Fables
by Robert Louis Stevenson
AFTER the 32nd chapter of TREASURE ISLAND, two of the puppets strolled out to have a pipe before business should begin again, and met in an open place not far from the story.
“Good-morning, Cap’n,” said … Read the rest
Treasure Island
Foreign Lands
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lie, Adorned with flowers, before… Read the rest
Let Love Go, If Go She Will
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let Love Go, If Go She Will
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Let love go, if go she will.
Seek not, O fool, her wanton flight to stay.
Of all she
Looking-Glass River
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Smooth it slides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam— O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream! Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, Paven pools as clear as air— How a child wishes To live… Read the rest
My Shadow
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up… Read the rest
Requiem
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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: