Index:Underwoods, Stevenson, 1887.djvu

Underwoods, Stevenson, 1887.djvu

CONTENTS

 
BOOK I.—In English
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
BOOK II.—In Scots
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