Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Men Are Heaven's Piers

MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermoreUnwearying bear the skyey floor;Man's theatre they bear with ease,Unfrowning cariatides!I, for my wife, the sun..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Marching Song

Bring the comb and play upon it!Marching, here we come!Willie cocks his highland bonnet,Johnnie beats the drum.Mary Jane commands the party,Peter..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Man Sails The Deep Awhile

MAN sails the deep awhile;Loud runs the roaring tide;The seas are wild and wide;O'er many a salt, o'er many a desert mile,The unchained breakers..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Love's Vicissitudes

AS Love and Hope togetherWalk by me for a while,Link-armed the ways they travelFor many a pleasant mile -Link-armed and dumb they travel,They sing..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Love, What Is Love

LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bareTo see love..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Loud And Low In The Chimney

LOUD and low in the chimneyThe squalls suspire;Then like an answer dwindlesAnd glows the fire,And the chamber reddens and darkensIn time like taken..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Looking-Glass River

Smooth it glides upon its travel,Here a wimple, there a gleam--O the clean gravel!O the smooth stream!Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,Pave pools as..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Looking Forward

When I am grown to man's estateI shall be very proud and great,And tell the other girls and boysNot to meddle with my toys.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Long Time I Lay In Little Ease

LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASELONG time I lay in little easeWhere, placed by the Turanian,Marseilles, the many-masted, seesThe blue Mediterranean.Now..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Lo, Now, My Guest

LO, now, my guest, if aught amiss were said,Forgive it and dismiss it from your head.For me, for you, for all, to close the date,Pass now the ev'ning..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Lo! In Thine Honest Eyes I Read

LO! in thine honest eyes I readThe auspicious beacon that shall lead,After long sailing in deep seas,To quiet havens in June ease.Thy voice sings..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Light As The Linnet On My Way I Start

LIGHT as the linnet on my way I start,For all my pack I bear a chartered heart.Forth on the world without a guide or chart,Content to know, through..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Let Love Go, If Go She Will

LET love go, if go she will.Seek not, O fool, her wanton flight to stay.Of all she gives and takes awayThe best remains behind her still.The best..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Late, O Miller

LATE, O miller,The birds are silent,The darkness falls.In the house the lights are lighted.See, in the valley they twinkle,The lights of home.Late, O..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Know You The River Near To Grez

KNOW you the river near to Grez,A river deep and clear?Among the lilies all the way,That ancient river runs to-dayFrom snowy weir to weir.Old as the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Keepsake Mill

Over the borders, a sin without pardon,Breaking the branches and crawling below,Out through the breach in the wall of the garden,Down by the banks of..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Katherine

We see you as we see a faceThat trembles in a forest placeUpon the mirror of a poolForever quiet, clear and cool;And in the wayward glass, appearsTo..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

winter, sea, storm

IT'S forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west,It's many a lonely league from home, o'er many a mountain crest,From where the dogs of..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

It Blows A Snowing Gale

IT blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year;The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier.The needle of the vane, it is veering to and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In The States

With half a heart I wander hereAs from an age gone byA brother yet— though young in years,An elder brother, I.You speak another tongue than..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In The Highlands

IN the highlands, in the country places,Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes;Where essential silence..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In The Green And Gallant Spring

IN the green and gallant Spring,Love and the lyre I thought to sing,And kisses sweet to give and takeBy the flowery hawthorn brake.Now is russet..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In Port

Last, to the chamber where I lieMy fearful footsteps patter nigh,And come out from the cold and gloomInto my warm and cheerful room.There, safe..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In Maximum

WOULDST thou be free? I think it not, indeed;But if thou wouldst, attend this simple rede:When quite contented }thou canst dine at homeThou shall be..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In Lupum

BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till;I have a larger on my window-sill.A farm, d'ye say? Is this a farm to you,Where for all woods I spay one..

© Robert Louis Stevenson