Henry James (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
Who comes to-night? We open the doors in vain. Who comes? My bursting walls, can you contain The presences that ...
Who comes to-night? We open the doors in vain. Who comes? My bursting walls, can you contain The presences that ...
IN the green and gallant Spring, Love and the lyre I thought to sing, And kisses sweet to give and ...
LOUD and low in the chimney The squalls suspire; Then like an answer dwindles And glows the fire, And the ...
Birds all the summer day Flutter and quarrel Here in the arbour-like Tent of the laurel. Here in the fork ...
SINCE years ago for evermore My cedar ship I drew to shore; And to the road and riverbed And the ...
STOUT marches lead to certain ends, We seek no Holy Grail, my friends - That dawn should find us every ...
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky. It's time to take the window to see ...
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees, And the rain-flurries drum on the glass: Alone by the ...
1 Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed, Little Louis Sanchez, will be given you ...
YOU looked so tempting in the pew, You looked so sly and calm - My trembling fingers played with yours ...
I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and ...
The lamps now glitter down the street; Faintly sound the falling feet; And the blue even slowly falls About the ...
THIS girl was sweeter than the song of swans, And daintier than the lamb upon the lawns Or Curine oyster. ...
FEAR not, dear friend, but freely live your days Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I, A lesser life, ...
Dear Uncle Jim. this garden ground That now you smoke your pipe around, has seen immortal actions done And valiant ...
IN the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens ...
LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair. Life - ...
When the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, Flower and sun, Vanish all things mortal. ...
Of speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trees; The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships ...
STRANGE are the ways of men, And strange the ways of God! We tread the mazy paths That all our ...
When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me ...
THIS gloomy northern day, Or this yet gloomier night, Has moved a something high In my cold heart; and I, ...
YOU remember, I suppose, How the August sun arose, And how his face Woke to trill and carolette All the ...
All night long and every night, When my mama puts out the light, I see the people marching by, As ...
We built a ship upon the stairs All made of the back-bedroom chairs, And filled it full of soft pillows ...
AS in their flight the birds of song Halt here and there in sweet and sunny dales, But halt not ...
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides; Along Janiculum lies the chosen block ...
FIXED is the doom; and to the last of years Teacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child, Each walks, though ...
COME, my little children, here are songs for you; Some are short and some are long, and all, all are ...
With half a heart I wander here As from an age gone by A brother yet- though young in years, ...
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