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“Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said - On wings they are carried - After the singer is dead And the maker buried.”

Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson

Work

The Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson: Novels, Short Stories, Poems, Plays, Memoirs, Travel Sketches, Letters and Essays (Illustrated Edition): The Entire Opus of Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer, containing Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped, Catriona and A Child's Garden of Verses

The Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson is a definitive compilation of the author's literary output. It includes a variety of genres, showcasing Stevenson's versatility as a writer. The collection begins with his most famous works, Treasure Island and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, which have become staples of the adventure and gothic genres. Additionally, it features his historical novel Kidnapped and the psychological novel Catriona. The collection also includes a selection of his poetry, plays, personal memoirs, travel sketches, correspondence, and essays. The illustrated edition aims to enrich the reader's experience by incorporating visual elements that complement the text. more

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Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson was a 19th-century Scottish novelist, poet, travel writer, and essayist. His works are characterized by adventure and romance, with his most famous novels being 'Treasure Island' and 'The Adventure of the Treasure Island'. Stevenson's works have been beloved by readers and have had a profound impact on literature. more

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“Perhaps there may come into my art also, no less than into my life, a still deeper note, one of greater unity of passion, and directness of impulse. Not width but intensity is the true aim of modern art. We are no longer in art concerned with the type. It is with the exception that we have to do. I cannot put my sufferings into any form they took, I need hardly say. Art only begins where Imitation ends, but something must come into my work, of fuller memory of words perhaps, of richer cadences, of more curious effects, of simpler architectural order, of some aesthetic quality at any rate.”