Moral Emblems

By Robert Louis Stevenson

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: Nov 21, 2019
• ISBN: 4057664646460

Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) was a Scottish poet, novelist, and travel writer. Born the son of a lighthouse engineer, Stevenson suffered from a lifelong lung ailment that forced him to travel constantly in search of warmer climates. Rather than follow his father’s footsteps, Stevenson pursued a love of literature and adventure that would inspire such works as Treasure Island (1883), Kidnapped (1886), Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (1886), and Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes (1879).

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Robert Louis Stevenson

Moral Emblems

Published by Good Press, 2022

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Table of Contents

PREFACE

NOT I AND OTHER POEMS

I NOT I

II

III

IV

MORAL EMBLEMS I

I

II

III A PEAK IN DARIEN

IV

V

MORAL EMBLEMS II

I

II

III

IV

V

A MARTIAL ELEGY FOR SOME LEAD SOLDIERS

THE GRAVER THE PEN: OR, SCENES FROM NATURE, WITH APPROPRIATE VERSES

I PROEM

II THE PRECARIOUS MILL

III THE DISPUTATIOUS PINES

IV THE TRAMPS

V THE FOOLHARDY GEOGRAPHER

VI THE ANGLER AND THE CLOWN

MORAL TALES

I ROBIN AND BEN: OR, THE PIRATE AND THE APOTHECARY

II THE BUILDER’S DOOM

PREFACE

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It

is with some diffidence that I sit down at an age so mature that I cannot bring myself to name it, to write a preface to works I printed and published at twelve.

I would have the reader see a little boy living in a châlet on a Swiss mountain-side, overlooking a straggling village named Davos-Platz, where consumptives coming to get well more often died. It was winter; the sky-line was broken by frosty peaks; the hamlet—it was scarcely more then—lay huddled in the universal snow. Morning came late, and the sun set early. A still, silent and icy night had an undue share of the round of hours, which at least it had the grace to mitigate by a myriad of shining stars.

The little boy thought it was a very jolly place. He loved the tobogganing, the skating, the snow-balling; loved the crisp, tingling air, and the woods full of Christmas trees, glittering with icicles. Nor with his toy theatre and printing-press was the indoor confinement ever irksome. He but dimly appreciated that