Air Of Diabelli’s (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day, Bright as the day and the ...
CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day, Bright as the day and the ...
Summer fading, winter comes-- Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned ...
UP with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wide ...
The rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on ...
AS one who having wandered all night long In a perplexed forest, comes at length In the first hours, about ...
Of speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trees; The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships ...
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have ...
Not undelightful, friend, our rustic ease To grateful hearts; for by especial hap, Deep nested in the hill's enormous lap, ...
TO her, for I must still regard her As feminine in her degree, Who has been my unkind bombarder Year ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
WHETHER upon the garden seat You lounge with your uplifted feet Under the May's whole Heaven of blue; Or whether ...
All the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock. Fairy ...
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high overhead ...
When at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To ...
The coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Good-bye, ...
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On ...
I DO not fear to own me kin To the glad clods in which spring flowers begin; Or to my ...
Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the ...
I. I DREAMED of forest alleys fair And fields of gray-flowered grass, Where by the yellow summer moon My Jenny ...
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees, And the rain-flurries drum on the glass: Alone by the ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will ...
LET love go, if go she will. Seek not, O fool, her wanton flight to stay. Of all she gives ...
HERE in the quiet eve My thankful eyes receive The quiet light. I see the trees stand fair Against the ...
When the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, Flower and sun, Vanish all things mortal. ...
Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, ...
NOW bare to the beholder's eye Your late denuded bindings lie, Subsiding slowly where they fell, A disinvested citadel; The ...
NOW when the number of my years Is all fulfilled, and I From sedentary life Shall rouse me up to ...
ABOUT the sheltered garden ground The trees stand strangely still. The vale ne'er seemed so deep before, Nor yet so ...
O DULL cold northern sky, O brawling sabbath bells, O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tells The year is like ...
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