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Songs of Travel, and Other Verses
Songs of Travel, and Other Verses
Songs of Travel, and Other Verses
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'Songs of Travel, and Other Verses' is a collection of forty-four poems written in the last years of the life of renowned author Robert L. Stevenson. It is a wonderful collection with a wide range from love ballads to more pensive deliberations on time, being and mortality. Many poems are nostalgic retrospectives on his native Scotland, while others are set in his new home of Samoa. The word 'Travel' encompasses not just the physical movement of oneself, but also the internal journey we all take in our own lives. It is a beautiful collection of poetry, perfect for fans of Rupi Kaur's 'Milk and Honey'.-
LanguageEnglish
PublisherSAGA Egmont
Release dateJan 18, 2023
ISBN9788726931044
Songs of Travel, and Other Verses
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Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson was born on 13 November 1850, changing his second name to ‘Louis’ at the age of eighteen. He has always been loved and admired by countless readers and critics for ‘the excitement, the fierce joy, the delight in strangeness, the pleasure in deep and dark adventures’ found in his classic stories and, without doubt, he created some of the most horribly unforgettable characters in literature and, above all, Mr. Edward Hyde.

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    Songs of Travel, and Other Verses - Robert Louis Stevenson

    I—THE VAGABOND

    (To an air of Schubert)

    Give to me the life I love,

    Let the lave go by me,

    Give the jolly heaven above

    And the byway nigh me.

    Bed in the bush with stars to see,

    Bread I dip in the river—

    There’s the life for a man like me,

    There’s the life for ever.

    Let the blow fall soon or late,

    Let what will be o’er me;

    Give the face of earth around

    And the road before me.

    Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,

    Nor a friend to know me;

    All I seek, the heaven above

    And the road below me.

    Or let autumn fall on me

    Where afield I linger,

    Silencing the bird on tree,

    Biting the blue finger.

    White as meal the frosty field—

    Warm the fireside haven—

    Not to autumn will I yield,

    Not to winter even!

    Let the blow fall soon or late,

    Let what will be o’er me;

    Give the face of earth around,

    And the road before me.

    Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,

    Nor a friend to know me;

    All I ask, the heaven above

    And the road below me.

    II—YOUTH AND LOVE—I

    Once only by the garden gate

    Our lips we joined and parted.

    I must fulfil an empty fate

    And travel the uncharted.

    Hail and farewell! I must arise,

    Leave here the fatted cattle,

    And paint on foreign lands and skies

    My Odyssey of battle.

    The untented Kosmos my abode,

    I pass, a wilful stranger:

    My mistress still the open road

    And the bright eyes of danger.

    Come ill or well, the cross, the crown,

    The rainbow or the thunder,

    I fling my soul and body down

    For God to plough them under.

    III—YOUTH AND LOVE—II

    To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside.

    Passing for ever, he fares; and on either hand,

    Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide,

    Nestle in orchard bloom, and far on the level land

    Call him with lighted lamp in the eventide.

    Thick as the stars at night when the moon is down,

    Pleasures assail him. He to his nobler fate

    Fares; and but waves a hand as he passes on,

    Cries but a wayside word to her at the garden gate,

    Sings but a boyish stave and his face is gone.

    IV

    In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand

    As heretofore:

    The

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