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    A Lowden Sabbath Morn
    A Lowden Sabbath Morn
    A Lowden Sabbath Morn
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    A Lowden Sabbath Morn

    By Robert Louis Stevenson

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    A Lowden Sabbath Morn is a narrative poem by Robert Louis Stevenson. Stevenson was a Scottish story writer, essayist, lyricist and travel writer. Excerpt: "I The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells Noo to the hoastin' rookery swells, Noo faintin' laigh in shady dells, Sounds far an' near, An' through the simmer kintry tells Its tale o' cheer. II An' noo, to that melodious play, A' deidly awn the quiet sway— A' ken their solemn holiday, Bestial an' human, The singin' lintie on the brae, The restin' plou'man."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateNov 22, 2022
    ISBN8596547421146
    A Lowden Sabbath Morn
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    Robert Louis Stevenson

    Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburgh in 1850, the only son of an engineer, Thomas Stevenson. Despite a lifetime of poor health, Stevenson was a keen traveller, and his first book An Inland Voyage (1878) recounted a canoe tour of France and Belgium. In 1880, he married an American divorcee, Fanny Osbourne, and there followed Stevenson's most productive period, in which he wrote, amongst other books, Treasure Island (1883), The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, and Kidnapped (both 1886). In 1888, Stevenson left Britain in search of a more salubrious climate, settling in Samoa, where he died in 1894.

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