Index:Underwoods, Stevenson, 1887.djvu

Title	Underwoods
Author	Robert Louis Stevenson
Year	1887
Publisher	Chatto and Windus, Piccadilly
Location	London
Source	djvu
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Validated in	August 2015

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CONTENTS

 

BOOK I.—In English
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		PAGE
I.	Envoy—Go, little book	1
II.	A Song of the Road—The gauger walked	2
III.	The Canoe Speaks—On the great streams	4
IV.	It is the season	7
V.	The House Beautiful—A naked house, a naked moor	9
VI.	A Visit from the Sea—Far from the loud sea beaches	12
VII.	To a Gardener—Friend, in my mountain-side demesne	14
VIII.	To Minnie—A picture frame for you to fill	16
IX.	To K. de M.—A lover of the moorland bare	17
X.	To N. V. de G. S.—The unfathomable sea	19
XI.	To Will. H. Low—Youth now flees	21
XII.	To Mrs. Will. H. Low—Even in the bluest noon­day of July	24
XIII.	To H. F. Brown—I sit and wait	26
XIV.	To Andrew Lang—Dear Andrew	29
XV.	Et tu in Arcadia vixisti—In ancient tales, O friend	31
XVI.	To W. E. Henley—The year runs through her phases	36
XVII.	Henry James—Who comes to-night	38
XVIII.	The Mirror Speaks—Where the bells	39
XIX.	Katharine—We see you as we see a face	41
XX.	To F. J. S.—I read, dear friend	42
XXI.	Requiem—Under the wide and starry sky	43
XXII.	The Celestial Surgeon—If I have faltered	44
XXIII.	Our Lady of the Snows—Out of the sun	45
XXIV.	Not yet, my soul	50
XXV.	It is not yours, O mother, to complain	53
XXVI.	The Sick Child—O mother, lay your hand on my brow	56
XXVII.	In Memoriam F. A. S.—Yet, O stricken heart	58
XXVIII.	To my Father—Peace and her huge invasion	60
XXIX.	In the States—With half a heart	62
XXX.	A Portrait—I am a kind of farthing dip	63
XXXI.	Sing clearlier, Muse	65
XXXII.	A Camp—The bed was made	66
XXXIII.	The Country of the Camisards—We travelled in the print of olden wars	67
XXXIV.	Skerryvore—For love of lovely words	68
XXXV.	Skerryvore: The Parallel—Here all is sunny	69
XXXVI.	My house, I say	70
XXXVII.	My body which my dungeon is	71
XXXVIII.	Say not of me that weakly I declined	73
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BOOK II.—In Scots
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		PAGE
I.	The Maker to Posterity—Far 'yont amang the years to be	77
II.	Ille Terrarum—Frae nirly, nippin', Eas'lan' breeze	80
III.	When aince Aprile has fairly come	85
IV.	A Mile an' a Bittock	87
V.	A Lowden Sabbath Morn—The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells	89
VI.	The Spaewife—O, I wad like to ken	98
VII.	The Blast—1875—It's rainin'. Weet's the gairden sod	100
VIII.	The Counterblast—1886—My bonny man, the warld, it's true	103
IX.	The Counterblast Ironical—It's strange that God should fash to frame	108
X.	Their Laureate to an Academy Class Dinner Club—Dear Thamson class, whaure'er I gang	110
XI.	Embro Hie Kirk—The Lord Himsel' in former days	114
XII.	The Scotsman's Return from Abroad—In mony a foreign pairt I've been	118
XIII.	Late in the nicht	125
XIV.	My Conscience!—Of a' the ills that flesh can fear	130
XV.	To Doctor John Brown—By Lyne and Tyne, by Thames and Tees	133
XVI.	It's an owercome sooth for age an' youth	138