Ad Nepotem (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome; And in the country, ...
O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome; And in the country, ...
From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad ...
BEFORE this little gift was come The little owner had made haste for home; And from the door of where ...
At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and ...
What are you able to build with your blocks? Castles and palaces, temples and docks. Rain may keep raining, and ...
When at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To ...
HOME from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet - Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set; For the ...
The sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he ...
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides; Along Janiculum lies the chosen block ...
When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy ...
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me? ...
TO all that love the far and blue: Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot The fleeing corners ye pursue, ...
GOD gave to me a child in part, Yet wholly gave the father's heart: Child of my soul, O whither ...
TO friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost The gracious old, the lovely young, to May The fair, ...
WOULDST thou be free? I think it not, indeed; But if thou wouldst, attend this simple rede: When quite contented ...
WHEN the sun comes after rain And the bird is in the blue, The girls go down the lane Two ...
IT'S forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west, It's many a lonely league from home, o'er many ...
Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green ...
Over the borders, a sin without pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below, Out through the breach in the wall ...
LATE, O miller, The birds are silent, The darkness falls. In the house the lights are lighted. See, in the ...
From Child's Garden of Verses I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can ...
Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, ...
SINCE years ago for evermore My cedar ship I drew to shore; And to the road and riverbed And the ...
THE cock's clear voice into the clearer air Where westward far I roam, Mounts with a thrill of hope, Falls ...
Through all the pleasant meadow-side The grass grew shoulder-high, Till the shining scythes went far and wide And cut it ...
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