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 ...
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over ...
TO her, for I must still regard her As feminine in her degree, Who has been my unkind bombarder Year ...
Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle ...
I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside, I love to be wet with rain: I love to be ...
KNOW you the river near to Grez, A river deep and clear? Among the lilies all the way, That ancient ...
FOR some abiding central source of power, Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flow And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below, ...
Summer fading, winter comes-- Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned ...
I have a hoard of treasure in my breast; The grange of memory steams against the door, Full of my ...
THE angler rose, he took his rod, He kneeled and made his prayers to God. The living God sat overhead: ...
AGAIN I hear you piping, for I know the tune so well, - You rouse the heart to wander and ...
OUR Johnie's deid. The mair's the pity! He's deid, an' deid o' Aqua-vitae. O Embro', you're a shrunken city, Noo ...
If two may read aright These rhymes of old delight And house and garden play, You too, my cousins, and ...
O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome; And in the country, ...
AWAY with funeral music - set The pipe to powerful lips - The cup of life's for him that drinks ...
WITH caws and chirrupings, the woods In this thin sun rejoice. The Psalm seems but the little kirk That sings ...
GO, little book - the ancient phrase And still the daintiest - go your ways, My Otto, over sea and ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
LATE, O miller, The birds are silent, The darkness falls. In the house the lights are lighted. See, in the ...
My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's ...
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea. ...
Not undelightful, friend, our rustic ease To grateful hearts; for by especial hap, Deep nested in the hill's enormous lap, ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
THE relic taken, what avails the shrine? The locket, pictureless? O heart of mine, Art thou not worse than that, ...
TO friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost The gracious old, the lovely young, to May The fair, ...
I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow;-- Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, ...
CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word {in what I sing If I no longer hail thee ...
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have ...
EARLY in the morning I hear on your piano You (at least, I guess it's you) proceed to learn to ...
GOD gave to me a child in part, Yet wholly gave the father's heart: Child of my soul, O whither ...
I WHO all the winter through Cherished other loves than you, And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and ...
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