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Moral Emblems



by Robert Louis Stevenson










Contents





NOT I; AND OTHER POEMS



I。   Some like drink

II。  Here; perfect to a wish

III。 As seamen on the seas

IV。  The pamphlet here presented



MORAL EMBLEMS: A COLLECTION OF CUTS AND VERSES



I。   See how the children in the print

II。  Reader; your soul upraise to see

III。 A PEAK IN DARIEN … Broad…gazing on untrodden lands

IV。  See in the print how; moved by whim

V。   Mark; printed on the opposing page



MORAL EMBLEMS: A SECOND COLLECTION OF CUTS AND VERSES



I。   With storms a…weather; rocks…a…lee

II。  The careful angler chose his nook

III。 The Abbot for a walk went out

IV。  The frozen peaks he once explored

V。   Industrious pirate! see him sweep



A MARTIAL ELEGY FOR SOME LEAD SOLDIERS



For certain soldiers lately dead



THE GRAVER AND THE PEN: OR; SCENES FROM NATURE; WITH APPROPRIATE

VERSES



I。    PROEM … Unlike the common run of men

II。   THE PRECARIOUS MILL … Alone above the stream it stands

III。  THE DISPUTATIOUS PINES … The first pine to the second said

IV。   THE TRAMPS … Now long enough had day endured

V。    THE FOOLHARDY GEOGRAPHER … The howling desert miles around

VI。   THE ANGLER AND THE CLOWN … The echoing bridge you here may

see



MORAL TALES



I。    ROBIN AND BEN: OR; THE PIRATE AND THE APOTHECARY … Come; lend

me an attentive ear

II。   THE BUILDER'S DOOM … In eighteen…twenty Deacon Thin



***

NOT I; AND OTHER POEMS









Poem: NOT I







Some like drink

In a pint pot;

Some like to think;

Some not。



Strong Dutch cheese;

Old Kentucky rye;

Some like these;

Not I。



Some like Poe;

And others like Scott;

Some like Mrs。 Stowe;

Some not。



Some like to laugh;

Some like to cry;

Some like chaff;

Not I。







Poem: II







Here; perfect to a wish;

We offer; not a dish;

But just the platter:

A book that's not a book;

A pamphlet in the look

But not the matter。



I own in disarray:

As to the flowers of May

The frosts of Winter;

To my poetic rage;

The smallness of the page

And of the printer。







Poem: III







As seamen on the seas

With song and dance descry

Adown the morning breeze

An islet in the sky:

In Araby the dry;

As o'er the sandy plain

The panting camels cry

To smell the coming rain:



So all things over earth

A common law obey;

And rarity and worth

Pass; arm in arm; away;

And even so; to…day;

The printer and the bard;

In pressless Davos; pray

Their sixpenny reward。







Poem: IV







The pamphlet here presented

Was planned and printed by

A printer unindented;

A bard whom all decry。



The author and the printer;

With various kinds of skill;

Concocted it in Winter

At Davos on the Hill。



They burned the nightly taper;

But now the work is ripe …

Observe the costly paper;

Remark the perfect type!









MORAL EMBLEMS I









Poem: I







See how the children in the print

Bound on the book to see what's in 't!

O; like these pretty babes; may you

Seize and APPLY this volume too!

And while your eye upon the cuts

With harmless ardour opes and shuts;

Reader; may your immortal mind

To their sage lessons not be blind。







Poem: II









Reader; your soul upraise to see;

In yon fair cut designed by me;

The pauper by the highwayside

Vainly soliciting from pride。

Mark how the Beau with easy air

Contemns the anxious rustic's prayer;

And; casting a disdainful eye;

Goes gaily gallivanting by。

He from the poor averts his head 。 。 。

He will regret it when he's dead。







Poem: III … A PEAK IN DARIEN







Broad…gazing on untrodden lands;

See where adventurous Cortez stands;

While in the heavens above his head

The Eagle seeks its daily bread。

How aptly fact to fact replies:

Heroes and eagles; hills and skies。

Ye who contemn the fatted slave

Look on this emblem; and be brave。







Poem: IV







See in the print how; moved by whim;

Trumpeting Jumbo; great and grim;

Adjusts his trunk; like a cravat;

To noose that individual's hat。

The sacred Ibis in the distance

Joys to observe his bold resistance。







Poem: V









Mark; printed on the opposing page;

The unfortunate effects of rage。

A man (who might be you or me)

Hurls another into the sea。

Poor soul; his unreflecting act

His future joys will much contract;

And he will spoil his evening toddy

By dwelling on that mangled body。









MORAL EMBLEMS II







Poem: I







With storms a…weather; rocks a…lee;

The dancing skiff puts forth to sea。

The lone dissenter in the blast

Recoils before the sight aghast。

But she; although the heavens be black;

Holds on upon the starboard tack;

For why? although to…day she sink;

Still safe she sails in printer's ink;

And though to…day the seamen drown;

My cut shall hand their memory down。









Poem: II







The careful angler chose his nook

At morning by the lilied brook;

And all the noon his rod he plied

By that romantic riverside。

Soon as the evening hours decline

Tranquilly he'll return to dine;

And; breathing forth a pious wish;

Will cram his belly full of fish。







Poem: III







The Abbot for a walk went out;

A wealthy cleric; very stout;

And Robin has that Abbot stuck

As the red hunter spears the buck。

The djavel or the javelin

Has; you observe; gone bravely in;

And you may hear that weapon whack

Bang through the middle of his back。

HENCE WE MAY LEARN THAT ABBOTS SHOULD

NEVER GO WALKING IN A WOOD。







Poem: IV







The frozen peaks he once explored;

But now he's dead and by the board。

How better far at home to have stayed

Attended by the parlour maid;

And warmed his knees before the fire

Until the hour when folks retire!

SO; IF YOU WOULD BE SPARED TO FRIENDS;

DO NOTHING BUT FOR BUSINESS ENDS。







Poem: V







Industrious pirate! see him sweep

The lonely bosom of the deep;

And daily the horizon scan

From Hatteras or Matapan。

Be sure; before that pirate's old;

He will have made a pot of gold;

And will retire from all his labours

And be respected by his neighbours。

YOU ALSO SCAN YOUR LIFE'S HORIZON

FOR ALL THAT YOU CAN CLAP YOUR EYES ON。









A MARTIAL ELEGY FOR SOME LEAD SOLDIERS









For certain soldiers lately dead

Our reverent dirge shall here be said。

Them; when their martial leader called;

No dread preparative appalled;

But leaden…hearted; leaden…heeled;

I marked them steadfast in the field。

Death grimly sided with the foe;

And smote each leaden hero low。

Proudly they perished one by one:

The dread Pea…cannon's work was done!

O not for them the tears we shed;

Consigned to their congenial lead;

But while unmoved their sleep they take;

We mourn for their dear Captain's sake;

For their dear Captain; who shall smart

Both in his pocket and his heart;

Who saw his heroes shed their gore;

And lacked a shilling to buy more!









THE GRAVER THE PEN: OR; SCENES FROM NATURE; WITH APPROPRIATE VERSES









Poem: I … PROEM







Unlike the common run of men;

I wield a double power to please;

And use the GRAVER and the PEN

With equal aptitude and ease。



I move with that illustrious crew;

The ambidextrous Kings of Art;

And every mortal thing I do

Brings ringing money in the mart。



Hence; in the morning hour; the mead;

The forest and the stream perceive

Me wandering as the muses lead …

Or back returning in the eve。



Two muses like two maiden aunts;

The engraving and the singing muse;

Follow; through all my favourite haunts;

My devious traces in the dews。



To guide and cheer me; each attends;

Each speeds my rapid task along;

One to my cuts her ardour lends;

One breathes her magic in my song。







Poem: II … THE PRECARIOUS MILL







Alone above the stream it stands;

Above the iron hill;

The topsy…turvy; tumble…down;

Yet habitable mill。



Still as the ringing saws advance

To slice the humming deal;

All day the pallid miller hears

The thunder of the wheel。



He hears the river plunge and roar

As roars the angry mob;

He feels the solid building quake;

The trusty timbers throb。



All night beside the fire he cowers:

He hears the rafters jar:

O why is he not in a proper house

As decent people are!



The floors are all aslant; he sees;

The doors are all a…jam;

And from the hook above his head

All crooked swings the ham。



'Alas;' he cries and shakes his head;

'I see by every sign;

There soon all be the deuce to pay;

With this estate of mine。'







Poem: III … THE DISPUTATIOUS PIN
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