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").

I Who All The Winter Through

I WHO all the winter throughCherished other loves than you,And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew;Now I know the false and true,For..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Now, O Friend, Whom Noiselessly The Snows

I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snowsSettle around, and whose small chamber growsDusk as the sloping window takes its load:The kindly hill, as..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside

I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside,I love to be wet with rain:I love to be welcome at lamplit doors,And leave the doors again.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Know Not How, But As I Count

I KNOW not how, but as I countThe beads of former years,Old laughter catches in my throatWith the very feel of tears.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys Fair

I.I DREAMED of forest alleys fairAnd fields of gray-flowered grass,Where by the yellow summer moonMy Jenny seemed to pass.I dreamed the yellow summer..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Do Not Fear To Own Me Kin

I DO not fear to own me kinTo the glad clods in which spring flowers begin;Or to my brothers, the great trees,That speak with pleasant voices in the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Am Like One That For Long Days Had Sate

I AM like one that for long days had sate,With seaward eyes set keen against the gale,On some lone foreland, watching sail by sail,The portbound..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Home, My Little Children, Hear Are Songs For You

COME, my little children, here are songs for you;Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new.You must learn to sing them very small and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Historical Associations

Dear Uncle Jim. this garden groundThat now you smoke your pipe around,has seen immortal actions doneAnd valiant battles lost and won.Here we had best..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Henry James

Who comes to-night? We open the doors in vain.Who comes? My bursting walls, can you containThe presences that now together throngYour narrow entry..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend

From the bonny bells of heatherThey brewed a drink long-syne,Was sweeter far than honey,Was stronger far than wine.They brewed it and they drank..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Happy Thought

The world is so full of a number of things,I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Hail, Guest, And Enter Freely!

HAIL, guest, and enter freely! All you seeIs, for your momentary visit, yours; and weWho welcome you are but the guests of God,And know not our..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Hail! Childish Slave Of Social Rules

HAIL! Childish slaves of social rulesYou had yourselves a hand in making!How I could shake your faith, ye fools,If but I thought it worth the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Had I The Power That Have The Will

HAD I the power that have the will,The enfeebled will - a modern curse -This book of mine should blossom stillA perfect garden-ground of verse.White..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Good-Night

Then the bright lamp is carried in,The sunless hours again begin;O'er all without, in field and lane,The haunted night returns again.Now we behold..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Good And Bad Children

Children, you are very little,And your bones are very brittle;If you would grow great and stately,You must try to walk sedately.You must still be..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

God Gave To Me A Child In Part

GOD gave to me a child in part,Yet wholly gave the father's heart:Child of my soul, O whither now,Unborn, unmothered, goest thou?You came, you went..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Go, Little Book - The Ancient Phrase

GO, little book - the ancient phraseAnd still the daintiest - go your ways,My Otto, over sea and land,Till you shall come to Nelly's hand.How shall I..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

From A Railway Carriage

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;And charging along like troops in a battleAll through the meadows the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fragments

About my fields, in the broad sunAnd blaze of noon, there goeth one,Barefoot and robed in blue, to scanWith the hard eye of the husbandmanMy harvests..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Frag2

Tall as a guardsman, pale as the east at dawn,Who strides in strange apparel on the lawn?Rails for his breakfast? routs his vassals out(Like boys..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Frag1

About my fields, in the broad sunAnd blaze of noon, there goeth one,Barefoot and robed in blue, to scanWith the hard eye of the husbandmanMy harvests..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Foreign Lands

Up into the cherry treeWho should climb but little me?I held the trunk with both my handsAnd looked abroad in foreign lands.I saw the next door..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Foreign Children

Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,Little frosty Eskimo,Little Turk or Japanee,Oh! don't you wish that you were me?You have seen the scarlet treesAnd the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson