Robert Louis Stevenson 1850-1894 John Bartlett


1
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask: the heaven above And the road below me.
The Vagabond.
2
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.
Bed in Summer.
3
The pleasant Land of Counterpane.
The Land of Counterpane.
4
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
To Will H. Low.
5
The world is so full of a number of things, I ’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Couplet.
6
Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live, and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: “Here he lies, where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.”
Requiem (and Epitaph).
7
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
Virginibus Puerisque.
8
Old and young we are all on our last cruise.
Crabbed Age and Youth.
9
For God’s sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself.
Crabbed Age and Youth.
10
Youth is wholly experimental.
A Letter to a young Gentleman.



11
Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.
Prince Otto.
12
Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.
The Master of Ballantrae.