Quote #59
There's just ae thing I cannae bear, An' that's my conscience.
More from Robert Louis Stevenson
- My body which my dungeon is, And yet my parks and palaces: - Which is so great that there I go All the day long to and fro.
- Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask, the heaven above And the road below me.
- 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 ve…
- The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger.
- Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair Who glory to have thrown in air, High over arm, the trembling reed, By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed.
- I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
- Let first the onion flourish there, Rose among roots, the maiden-fair, Wine-scented and poetic soul Of the capacious salad bowl.
- Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them.