The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volum 12C. Scribner's Sons, 1895 |
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Allier Arthur's Seat Beast of Gévaudan beautiful began bells boats Camisards canal canoes Castle Cévennes Château Landon Chayla chestnuts Cheylard church Cigarette cold Compiègne Creil dark dinner donkey door Edinburgh eyes fancy Father Fère Florac followed France garden Gévaudan girls Goudet green hamlet hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hour journey La Fère Lady land landlady Landrecies Langogne light living look Lozère Maubeuge meadows mind Modestine morning mountain neighbourhood never night Oise once Origny paddle passed pedlar perhaps pleasant Plymouth Brother PONT-SUR-SAMBRE priest Protestant rain river road round seemed side sight singing smoke sound spirit stone stood strange stream street thing thought told took town Trappist trees turned valley village Vivarais walk Willebroek wind wonder wood words young
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Side 219 - Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof ; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature.
Side 336 - O lang, lang may the ladies sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand! And lang, lang may the maidens sit Wi' their gowd kames in their hair, A-waiting for their ain dear loves!
Side 17 - To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.
Side 97 - I find I never weary of great churches. It is my favourite kind of mountain scenery. Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral: a thing as single and specious as a statue to the first glance, and yet, on examination, as lively and interesting as a forest in detail.
Side 186 - For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move...
Side 223 - I looked round me for something beautiful and unexpected; but the still black pine-trees, the hollow glade, the munching ass, remained unchanged in figure. Nothing had altered but the light, and that, indeed, shed over all a spirit of life and of breathing peace, and moved me to a strange exhilaration.
Side 221 - Modestine walking round and round at the length of her tether; I could hear her steadily munching at the sward; but there was not another sound, save the indescribable quiet talk of the runnel over the stones. I lay lazily smoking and studying the colour of the sky, as we call the void of space from where it showed a reddish gray behind the pines to where it showed a glossy blueblack between the stars. As if to be more like a pedlar, I wear a silver ring. This I could see faintly shining as I raised...
Side 98 - ... imposing. I could never fathom how a man dares to lift up his voice to preach in a cathedral. What is he to say that will not be an anti-climax ? For though I have heard a considerable variety of sermons, I never yet heard one that was so expressive as a cathedral. 'Tis the best preacher itself, and preaches day and night ; not only telling you of man's art and aspirations in the past, but convicting your own soul of ardent sympathies...
Side 335 - Perhaps it is now one in the afternoon ; and at the same instant of time, a ball rises to the summit of Nelson's flagstaff close at hand, and, far away, a puff of smoke followed by a report bursts from the half-moon battery at the Castle. This is the time-gun by which people set their watches, as far as the sea coast or in hill farms upon the Pentlands. — To complete the view, the eye enfilades Princes Street, black with traffic, and has a broad look over the valley between the Old Town and the...
Side 112 - But there is a romance about the matter after all. Probably the table has more devotees than love; and I am sure that food is much more generally entertaining than scenery. Do you give in, as Walt Whitman would say, that you are any the less immortal for that?