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").

Picture-Books In Winter

Summer fading, winter comes--Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,Window robins, winter rooks,And the picture story-books.Water now is turned to..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Over The Land Is April

OVER the land is April,Over my heart a rose;Over the high, brown mountainThe sound of singing goes.Say, love, do you hear me,Hear my sonnets..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

On Now, Although The Year Be Done

ON now, although the year be done,Now, although the love be dead,Dead and gone;Hear me, O loved and cherished one,Give me still the hand that led,Led..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

O Dull Cold Northern Sky

O DULL cold northern sky,O brawling sabbath bells,O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tellsThe year is like to die!O still, spoiled trees, O city..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Now When The Number Of My Years

NOW when the number of my yearsIs all fulfilled, and IFrom sedentary lifeShall rouse me up to die,Bury me low and let me lieUnder the wide and starry..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Now Bare To The Beholder's Eye

NOW bare to the beholder's eyeYour late denuded bindings lie,Subsiding slowly where they fell,A disinvested citadel;The obdurate corset, Cupid's..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Night And Day

When the golden day is done,Through the closing portal,Child and garden, Flower and sun,Vanish all things mortal.As the blinding shadows fallAs the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Nest Eggs

Birds all the summer dayFlutter and quarrelHere in the arbour-likeTent of the laurel.Here in the forkThe brown nest is seated;For little blue eggsThe..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Ne Sit Ancillae Tibi Amor Pudor

THERE'S just a twinkle in your eyeThat seems to say I MIGHT, if IWere only bold enough to tryAn arm about your waist.I hear, too, as you come and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Wife

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,Steel-true and blade-straight,The great artificerMade my mate.Honour, anger, valour..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Treasures

These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest,Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest,Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and meIn a wood with a..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Ship And I

O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond;And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Shadow

From Child's Garden of VersesI have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.He is very..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Love Was Warm

MY love was warm; for that I crossedThe mountains and the sea,Nor counted that endeavour lostThat gave my love to me.If that indeed were love at..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Kingdom

Down by a shining water wellI found a very little dell,No higher than my head.The heather and the gorse aboutIn summer bloom were coming out,Some..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My House, I Say

My house, I say. But hark to the sunny dovesThat make my roof the arena of their loves,That gyre about the gable all day longAnd fill the chimneys..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Heart, When First The Black-Bird Sings

MY heart, when first the blackbird sings,My heart drinks in the song:Cool pleasure fills my bosom throughAnd spreads each nerve along.My bosom eddies..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Body, Which My Dungeon Is

My body which my dungeon is,And yet my parks and palaces: -Which is so great that there I goAll the day long to and fro,And when the night begins to..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Bed Is A Boat

My bed is like a little boat;Nurse helps me in when I embark;She girds me in my sailor's coatAnd starts me in the dark.At night I go on board and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Music At The Villa Marina

FOR some abiding central source of power,Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flowAnd, flowing, carry virtue. Far below,The vain tumultuous..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Mine Eyes Were Swift To Know Thee

MINE eyes were swift to know thee, and my heartAs swift to love. I did become at onceThine wholly, thine unalterably, thineIn honourable service..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

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