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").
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
In Charidemum
YOU, Charidemus, who my cradle swung,And watched me all the days that I was young;You, at whose step the laziest slaves awake,And both the bailiff..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
If This Were Faith
God, if this were enough,That I see things bare to the buffAnd up to the buttocks in mire;That I ask nor hope nor hire,Nut in the husk,Nor dawn..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
I, Whom Apollo Somtime Visited
I, WHOM Apollo sometime visited,Or feigned to visit, now, my day being done,Do slumber wholly; nor shall know at allThe weariness of changes; nor..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
I Will Make You Brooches
I will make you brooches and toys for your delightOf bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.I will make a palace fit for you and meOf green..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson