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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: Gie's them. - Gude's sake, man, gie's the notes o't; I mind ye made
a tune o't an' played it on your pinanny; gie's the notes. Dear
Lord, that past.
Glad to hear Henley's prospects are fair: his new volume is the
work of a real poet. He is one of those who can make a noise of
his own with words, and in whom experience strikes an individual
note. There is perhaps no more genuine poet living, bar the Big
Guns. In case I cannot overtake an acknowledgment to himself by
this mail, please let him hear of my pleasure and admiration. How
poorly - compares! He is all smart journalism and cleverness: it
is all bright and shallow and limpid, like a business paper - a
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