Fixed Is The Doom (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
FIXED is the doom; and to the last of years Teacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child, Each walks, though ...
FIXED is the doom; and to the last of years Teacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child, Each walks, though ...
At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and ...
COME, my little children, here are songs for you; Some are short and some are long, and all, all are ...
When at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
The sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he ...
God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; ...
When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy ...
IN the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens ...
THIS gloomy northern day, Or this yet gloomier night, Has moved a something high In my cold heart; and I, ...
With half a heart I wander here As from an age gone by A brother yet- though young in years, ...
YOU have been far, and I Been farther yet, Since last, in foul or fair An impecunious pair, Below this ...
LATE, O miller, The birds are silent, The darkness falls. In the house the lights are lighted. See, in the ...
I SEND to you, commissioners, A paper that may please ye, sirs (For troth they say it might be worse ...
Smooth it glides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam-- O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream! ...
I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow;-- Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, ...
FOR some abiding central source of power, Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flow And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below, ...
HERE in the quiet eve My thankful eyes receive The quiet light. I see the trees stand fair Against the ...
My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's ...
Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, ...
O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome; And in the country, ...
When the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, Flower and sun, Vanish all things mortal. ...
All night long and every night, When my mama puts out the light, I see the people marching by, As ...
O CHIEF director of the growing race, Of Rome the glory and of Rome the grace, Me, O Quintilian, may ...
I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will ...
CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day, Bright as the day and the ...
All around the house is the jet-black night; It stares through the window-pane; It crawls in the corners, hiding from ...
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have ...
SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God, That while my footsteps tread the flowery sod And the ...
HOME from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet - Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set; For the ...
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