Robert Louis Stevenson Poems (210 Poems)
At Last She Comes (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
AT last she comes, O never more In this dear patience of my pain To leave me lonely as before, Or leave my soul alone again. (Robert Louis Stevenson)
At the Sea-Side (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more. (Robert … Continue reading
Auntie’s Skirts (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
Whenever Auntie moves around, Her dresses make a curious sound, They trail behind her up the floor, And trundle after through the door. (Robert Louis Stevenson)
Autumn Fires (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright … Continue reading
Away With Funeral Music (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
AWAY with funeral music – set The pipe to powerful lips – The cup of life’s for him that drinks And not for him that sips. (Robert Louis Stevenson)
Bed in Summer (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the … Continue reading
Before This Little Gift Was Come (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
BEFORE this little gift was come The little owner had made haste for home; And from the door of where the eternal dwell, Looked back on human things and smiled farewell. O may this grief remain the only one! O … Continue reading
Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mien And portly tyrants dyed with crime Change, in the transformation scene, At Christmas, in the pantomime, Instanter, at the prompter’s cough, The fairy bonnets them, and they Throw their abhorred carbuncles off And blossom … Continue reading
Block City (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
What are you able to build with your blocks? Castles and palaces, temples and docks. Rain may keep raining, and others go roam, But I can be happy and building at home. Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be … Continue reading
Come From The Daisied Meadows (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
HOME from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet – Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set; For the dews are falling fast And the night has come at last. Home with you, home and lay your little head … Continue reading
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