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").
Autumn Fires
In the other gardensAnd all up the vale,From the autumn bonfiresSee the smoke trail!Pleasant summer overAnd all the summer flowers,The red fire..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Auntie's Skirts
Whenever Auntie moves around,Her dresses make a curious sound,They trail behind her up the floor,And trundle after through the door.
© Robert Louis Stevenson
At The Sea-Side
When I was down beside the seaA wooden spade they gave to meTo dig the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup.In every hole the sea came up,Till..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
At Last She Comes
AT last she comes, O never moreIn this dear patience of my painTo leave me lonely as before,Or leave my soul alone again.
© Robert Louis Stevenson
As One Who Having Wandered All Night Long
AS one who having wandered all night longIn a perplexed forest, comes at lengthIn the first hours, about the matin song,And when the sun uprises in..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
As In Their Flight The Birds Of Song
AS in their flight the birds of songHalt here and there in sweet and sunny dales,But halt not overlong;The time one rural song to singThey pause;..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Armies In The Fire
The lamps now glitter down the street;Faintly sound the falling feet;And the blue even slowly fallsAbout the garden trees and walls.Now in the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Apologetic Postscript Of A Year Later
IF you see this song, my dear,And last year's toast,I'm confoundedly in fearYou'll be serious and severeAbout the boast.Blame not that I sought such..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
An English Breeze
UP with the sun, the breeze arose,Across the talking corn she goes,And smooth she rustles far and wideThrough all the voiceful countryside.Through..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Air Of Diabelli's
CALL it to mind, O my love.Dear were your eyes as the day,Bright as the day and the sky;Like the stream of gold and the sky above,Dear were your eyes..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
After Reading "Antony And Cleopatra"
AS when the hunt by holt and fieldDrives on with horn and strife,Hunger of hopeless things pursuesOur spirits throughout life.The sea's roar fills us..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Ad Se Ipsum
DEAR sir, good-morrow! Five years back,When you first girded for this arduous track,And under various whimsical pretextsEndowed another with your..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Ad Quintilianum
O CHIEF director of the growing race,Of Rome the glory and of Rome the grace,Me, O Quintilian, may you not forgiveBefore from labour I make haste to..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Ad Piscatorem
FOR these are sacred fishes allWho know that lord that is the lord of all;Come to the brim and nose the friendly handThat sways and can beshadow all..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Ad Olum
CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word{in what I singIf I no longer hail thee { King and Lord{ Lord and KingI have redeemed myself with all I..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Ad Nepotem
O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at homeWe're door by door, by Flora's temple dome;And in the country, still conjoined by fate,Behold our villas..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Ad Martialem
GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could beTo enjoy our days set wholly free;To the true life together bend our mind,And take a furlough from the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Ad Magistrum Ludi
NOW in the skyAnd on the hearth ofNow in a drawer the direful cane,That sceptre of the . . . reign,And the long hawser, that on the backOf Marsyas..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
About The Sheltered Garden Ground
ABOUT the sheltered garden groundThe trees stand strangely still.The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,Nor yet so high the hill.An awful sense of..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
A Valentine's Song
MOTLEY I count the only wearThat suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise,Who boldly smile upon despairAnd shake their bells in Grandam Grundy's..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
A Thought
It is very nice to thinkThe world is full of meat and drink,With little children saying graceIn every Christian kind of place.
© Robert Louis Stevenson
A Good Play
We built a ship upon the stairsAll made of the back-bedroom chairs,And filled it full of soft pillowsTo go a-sailing on the billows.We took a saw and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
A Good Boy
I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.And now at last the sun is going down..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
A Child's Garden Of Verses
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
Haze
KEEP a red heart of memoriesUnder the great gray rain sheds of the sky,Under the open sun and the yellow gloaming embers.Remember all paydays of..
© Carl Sandburg