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").
To Friends At Home
TO friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lostThe gracious old, the lovely young, to MayThe fair, December the beloved,These from my blue..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Charles Baxter
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 Johnie's deid!Tak hands, an' sing a..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Auntie
"Chief of our aunts"--not only I,But all your dozen of nurselings cry--"What did the other children do?And what were childhood, wanting you?"
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Any Reader
As from the house your mother seesYou playing round the garden trees,So you may see, if you will lookThrough the windows of this book,Another child..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To All That Love The Far And Blue
TO all that love the far and blue:Whether, from dawn to eve, on footThe fleeing corners ye pursue,Nor weary of the vain pursuit;Or whether down the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Alison Cunningham, From Her Boy
For the long nights you lay awakeAnd watched for my unworthy sake:For your most comfortable handThat led me through the uneven land:For all the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Time To Rise
A birdie with a yellow billHopped upon my window sill,Cocked his shining eye and said:"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!"
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Though Deep Indifference Should Drowse
THOUGH deep indifference should drowseThe sluggish life beneath my brows,And all the external things I seeGrow snow-showers in the street to me,Yet..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Thou Strainest Through The Mountain Fern
THOU strainest through the mountain fern,A most exiguously thin Burn.For all thy foam, for all thy din,Thee shall the pallid lake inurn,With..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
This Gloomy Northern Day
THIS gloomy northern day,Or this yet gloomier night,Has moved a something highIn my cold heart; and I,That do not often pray,Would pray to-night.And..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
There Was An Old Man Of The Cape
There was an old man of the CapeWho made himself garments of crepe.When asked, "Do they tear?"He replied, "Here and there,But they're perfectly..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Wind Is Without There And Howls In The Trees
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees,And the rain-flurries drum on the glass:Alone by the fireside with elbows on kneesI can number the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Wind Blew Shrill And Smart
THE wind blew shrill and smart,And the wind awoke my heartAgain to go a-sailing o'er the sea,To hear the cordage moanAnd the straining timbers..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Wind
I saw you toss the kites on highAnd blow the birds about the sky;And all around I heard you pass,Like ladies' skirts across the grass--O wind..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Vanquished Knight
I HAVE left all upon the shameful field,Honour and Hope, my God, and all but life;Spurless, with sword reversed and dinted shield,Degraded and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Vagabond
Give to me the life I love,Let the lave go by me,Give the jolly heaven aboveAnd the byway nigh me.Bed in the bush with stars to see,Bread I dip in..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Unseen Playmate
When children are playing alone on the green,In comes the playmate that never was seen.When children are happy and lonely and good,The Friend of the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing,Up in the air so blue?Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thingEver a child can do!Up in the air and over the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Sun Travels
The sun is not a-bed, when IAt night upon my pillow lie;Still round the earth his way he takes,And morning after morning makes.While here at home, in..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Summer Sun Shone Round Me
THE summer sun shone round me,The folded valley layIn a stream of sun and odour,That sultry summer day.The tall trees stood in the sunlightAs still..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Spaewife
OH, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—Why chops are guid to brander and nane sae guid to fry.An’ siller, that ’s sae braw to keep, is..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Sick Child
CHILD.O Mother, lay your hand on my brow!O mother, mother, where am I now?Why is the room so gaunt and great?Why am I lying awake so late?MOTHER.Fear..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Relic Taken, What Avails The Shrine?
THE relic taken, what avails the shrine?The locket, pictureless? O heart of mine,Art thou not worse than that,Still warm, a vacant nest where love..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Piper
AGAIN I hear you piping, for I know the tune so well, -You rouse the heart to wander and be free,Tho' where you learned your music, not the God of..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Old Chimaeras. Old Recipts
THE old Chimaeras, old receiptsFor making "happy land,"The old political beliefsSwam close before my hand.The grand old communistic mythsIn a middle..
© Robert Louis Stevenson