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The Hero and the Eagle

Posted on June 28, 2015 by mafalda

‘Paul’ is Ch. Kegan Paul & Co., the London editor who had refused RLS’s Studies ‘writing an insolent letter… in answer to one of my father’s’. He also refused to part with the copyrights of ‘Travels with a Donkey’ and … Continue reading →

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We should all hurry up and praise the living

Posted on June 15, 2015 by mafalda

RLS’s London friend, Edmund Gosse, married Ellen (Nellie) Epps (1850-1929), daughter of George Napoleon Epps, a homeopathic doctor, in 1875. She had sent RLS a miniature Bible illustrated with rude cuts, picked up at an outdoor stall. [For correct and … Continue reading →

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It is a world full of surprises, a romantic world… I was known there; even I

Posted on May 13, 2015 by mafalda

The address, ‘Printing Office Davos’, was actually printed by LLoyd, RLS’s stepson, on much of the writing paper used at this period. Some of the habitual readers of Young Folks had written objecting to the early instalments of Treasure Island, … Continue reading →

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In the country, even angels may be decently welcomed in tweed

Posted on April 27, 2015 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 839 and 840.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, p. 58] (postcard) The Cottage, Castleton of Braemar, August … Continue reading →

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You must like my wife, because she likes cats

Posted on April 8, 2015 by mafalda

RLS’s had asked his friend Gosse to write a testimonial in support of his candidature for the Edinburgh History Chair. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this … Continue reading →

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Here I am in my native land

Posted on March 31, 2015 by mafalda

RLS and Fanny travelled from Paris to London soon after 18 May, 1881, visiting Fanny’s son, Lloyd, who was studying at York. Then they returned to Scotland, moving (on 6 June) to Pitlochry, Perthshire, and staying at first at Fisher’s … Continue reading →

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We can’t stand the ‘sigh’ nor the ‘peruke’

Posted on March 6, 2015 by mafalda

Edmund Gosse’s anthology, English Odes, was published by Kegan Paul in 1881. John Addington Symonds, translator, biographer and historian of the Italian Renaissance, had established his home at Davos in search of cure for tubercolosis, and made friends with RLS. … Continue reading →

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Grant me the Duke!

Posted on February 24, 2015 by mafalda

Edmund Gosse’s anthology, English Odes, was published by Kegan Paul in 1881. Among the odes suggested him by RLS, he did not include Dryden’s ‘Threnodia Augustalis’, the ode on the death of Charles II. John Addington Symonds, translator, biographer and … Continue reading →

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I won the toss, sir, and Hades went off once more discomfited

Posted on January 26, 2015 by mafalda

A poetical counterpart to this letter will be found in the piece beginning ‘Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert,’ which was composed at the same time and later printed in Underwoods, 1887. The quoting of St Paul is … Continue reading →

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

Posted on December 20, 2014 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 682.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1912, pp. 132-135] 608 Bush Street, San Francisco, California, Jan. 23, … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: Weg

The Hero and the Eagle

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We should all hurry up and praise the living

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It is a world full of surprises, a romantic world… I was known there; even I

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In the country, even angels may be decently welcomed in tweed

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You must like my wife, because she likes cats

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Here I am in my native land

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We can’t stand the ‘sigh’ nor the ‘peruke’

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Grant me the Duke!

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I won the toss, sir, and Hades went off once more discomfited

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

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