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").
Fairy Bread
Come up here, O dusty feet!Here is fairy ready to eat.Here in my retiring room,Children ,you may dineOn the golden smell of broomAnd the shade of..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Fair Isle At Sea
FAIR Isle at Sea - thy lovely nameSoft in my ear like music came.That sea I loved, and once or twiceI touched at isles of Paradise.
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Escape At Bedtime
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone outThrough the blinds and the windows and bars;And high overhead and all moving about,There were..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Epitaphium Erotii
HERE lies Erotion, whom at six years oldFate pilfered. Stranger (when I too am cold,Who shall succeed me in my rural field),To this small spirit..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Envoy For "A Child's Garden Of Verses"
WHETHER upon the garden seatYou lounge with your uplifted feetUnder the May's whole Heaven of blue;Or whether on the sofa you,No grown up person..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano
EARLY in the morning I hear on your pianoYou (at least, I guess it's you) proceed to learn to play.Mostly little minds should take and tackle their..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Duddingstone
WITH caws and chirrupings, the woodsIn this thin sun rejoice.The Psalm seems but the little kirkThat sings with its own voice.The cloud-rifts share..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Dedicatory Poem For "Underwoods"
TO her, for I must still regard herAs feminine in her degree,Who has been my unkind bombarderYear after year, in grief and glee,Year after year, with..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Dedication
MY first gift and my last, to youI dedicate this fascicle of songs -The only wealth I have:Just as they are, to you.I speak the truth in soberness..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Death, To The Dead For Evermore
DEATH, to the dead for evermoreA King, a God, the last, the best of friends -Whene'er this mortal journey endsDeath, like a host, comes smiling to..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
De M. Antonio
NOW Antoninus, in a smiling age,Counts of his life the fifteenth finished stage.The rounded days and the safe years he sees,Nor fears death's water..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
De Ligurra
YOU fear, Ligurra - above all, you long -That I should smite you with a stinging song.This dreadful honour you both fear and hope -Both all in vain:..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
De Hortis Julii Martialis
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please,Beyond the glades of the Hesperides;Along Janiculum lies the chosen blockWhere the cool grottos trench the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
De Erotio Puella
THIS girl was sweeter than the song of swans,And daintier than the lamb upon the lawnsOr Curine oyster. She, the flower of girls,Outshone the light..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
De Coenatione Micae
LOOK round: You see a little supper room;But from my window, lo! great Caesar's tomb!And the great dead themselves, with jovial breathBid you be..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Consolation
Though he, that ever kind and true,Kept stoutly step by step with you,Your whole long, gusty lifetime through,Be gone a while before,Be now a moment..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me
COME, my beloved, hear from meTales of the woods or open sea.Let our aspiring fancy riseA wren's flight higher toward the skies;Or far from cities..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Come, Here Is Adieu To The City
COME, here is adieu to the cityAnd hurrah for the country again.The broad road lies before meWatered with last night's rain.The timbered country woos..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Come From The Daisied Meadows
HOME from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet -Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set;For the dews are falling fastAnd the night has..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Christmas At Sea
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand;The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand;The wind was a nor'wester..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Block City
What are you able to build with your blocks?Castles and palaces, temples and docks.Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,But I can be happy and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien
BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mienAnd portly tyrants dyed with crimeChange, in the transformation scene,At Christmas, in the pantomime,Instanter, at the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Before This Little Gift Was Come
BEFORE this little gift was comeThe little owner had made haste for home;And from the door of where the eternal dwell,Looked back on human things and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Bed In Summer
In winter I get up at nightAnd dress by yellow candle-light.In summer quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day.I have to go to bed and seeThe..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Away With Funeral Music
AWAY with funeral music - setThe pipe to powerful lips -The cup of life's for him that drinksAnd not for him that sips.
© Robert Louis Stevenson