Robert Louis Stevenson: A StudyCopeland and Day, 1895 - 46 páginas |
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Robert Louis Stevenson Louise Imogen Guiney,Alice Brown,publisher Copeland and Day Prévia não disponível - 2016 |
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Página 36 - This was the shocking thing, that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries and voices; that the amorphous dust gesticulated and sinned; that what was dead and had no shape should usurp the offices of life. And this again, that that insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye; lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born...
Página 27 - THE bed was made, the room was fit, By punctual eve the stars were lit; The air was still, the water ran, No need was there for maid or man, When we put up, my ass and I, At God's green caravanserai.
Página 34 - The district was alive with rabbits, and haunted by gulls which made a continual piping about the pavilion. On summer days the outlook was bright and even gladsome; but at sundown in September, with a high wind, and a heavy surf rolling in close along the links, the place told of nothing but dead mariners and sea disaster.
Página 44 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Página 13 - It takes a man into the open air; it keeps him hanging about harbour-sides, which is the richest form of idling; it carries him to wild islands; it gives him a taste of the genial dangers of the sea...
Página 18 - In front of the town, the long line of sea-beach trends north and north-west, and then westward to enclose the bay. The waves which lap so quietly about the jetties of Monterey grow louder and larger in the distance ; you can see the breakers leaping high and white by day ; at night, the outline of the shore is traced in transparent silver by the moonlight and the flying foam...
Página 46 - When from the vista of the Book I shrink, From lauded pens that earn ignoble wage, Begetting nothing joyous, nothing sage, Nor keep with Shakespeare's use one golden link ; When heavily my sanguine spirits sink, To read too plain on each impostor page Only of kings the broken lineage, Well for my peace if then on thee I think, Louis : our priest of letters, and our knight With whose familiar baldric hope is girt, From whose young hands she bears the Grail away. All glad, all great ! Truer because...
Página 21 - Suffolk, whose fancy still lingers about the lilied lowland waters of that shire. But the streams of Scotland are incomparable in themselves — or I am only the more Scottish to suppose so — and their sound and colour dwell for ever in the memory. How often and willingly do I not look again in fancy on Tummel, or Manor, or the talking Airdle, or Dee swirling in its Lynn; on the bright burn of Kinnaird, or the golden burn that pours and sulks in the den behind Kingussie!
Página 36 - This was the shocking thing ; that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries and voices ; that the amorphous dust gesticulated and sinned ; that what was dead, and had no shape, should usurp the offices of life. And this again, that that insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife...
Página 9 - Try as I please, I cannot join myself on with the reverend doctor; and all the while, no doubt, and even as I write the phrase, he moves in my blood, and whispers words to me, and sits efficient in the very knot and centre of my being.