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").
Travel
I should like to rise and goWhere the golden apples grow;--Where below another skyParrot islands anchored lie,And, watched by cockatoos and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Willie And Henrietta
If two may read arightThese rhymes of old delightAnd house and garden play,You too, my cousins, and you only, may.You in a garden greenWith me were..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Will H. Low
Youth now flees on feathered footFaint and fainter sounds the flute,Rarer songs of gods; and stillSomewhere on the sunny hill,Or along the winding..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To What Shall I Compare Her?
TO what shall I compare her,That is as fair as she?For she is fairer - fairerThan the sea.What shall be likened to her,The sainted of my youth?For..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To The Muse
Resign the rhapsody, the dream,To men of larger reach;Be ours the quest of a plain theme,The piety of speech.As monkish scribes from morning..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To The Commissioners Of Northern Lights
I SEND to you, commissioners,A paper that may please ye, sirs(For troth they say it might be worseAn' I believe't)And on your business lay my..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Sydney
NOT thine where marble-still and whiteOld statues share the tempered lightAnd mock the uneven modern flight,But in the streamOf daily sorrow and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Rosabelle
WHEN my young lady has grown great and staid,And in long raiment wondrously arrayed,She may take pleasure with a smile to knowHow she delighted..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Ottilie
YOU remember, I suppose,How the August sun arose,And how his faceWoke to trill and caroletteAll the cages that were setAbout the place.In the tender..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To N. V. De G. S.
THE UNFATHOMABLE sea, and time, and tears,The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kingsDispart us; and the river of eventsHas, for an age of years, to..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To My Name-Child
1Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed,Little Louis Sanchez, will be given you to read.Then you shall discover, that your..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To My Mother
You too, my mother, read my rhymesFor love of unforgotten times,And you may chance to hear once moreThe little feet along the floor.
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
Even in the bluest noonday of July,There could not run the smallest breath of windBut all the quarter sounded like a wood;And in the chequered..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Mrs. Macmarland
IN Schnee der Alpen - so it runsTo those divine accords - and hereWe dwell in Alpine snows and suns,A motley crew, for half the year:A motley crew..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Miss Cornish
THEY tell me, lady, that to-dayOn that unknown Australian strand -Some time ago, so far away -Another lady joined the band.She joined the company of..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Minnie
The red room with the giant bedWhere none but elders laid their head;The little room where you and IDid for awhile together lieAnd, simple, suitor, I..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Mesdames Zassetsky And Garschine
THE wind may blaw the lee-gang wayAnd aye the lift be mirk an' gray,An deep the moss and steigh the braeWhere a' maun gang -There's still an hoor in..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Marcus
YOU have been far, and IBeen farther yet,Since last, in foul or fairAn impecunious pair,Below this northern skyOf ours, we met.Now winter night shall..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Madame Garschine
WHAT is the face, the fairest face, till Care,Till Care the graver - Care with cunning hand,Etches content thereon and makes it fair,Or constancy..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Friends At Home
TO friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lostThe gracious old, the lovely young, to MayThe fair, December the beloved,These from my blue..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Charles Baxter
OUR Johnie's deid. The mair's the pity!He's deid, an' deid o' Aqua-vitae.O Embro', you're a shrunken city,Noo Johnie's deid!Tak hands, an' sing a..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Auntie
"Chief of our aunts"--not only I,But all your dozen of nurselings cry--"What did the other children do?And what were childhood, wanting you?"
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Any Reader
As from the house your mother seesYou playing round the garden trees,So you may see, if you will lookThrough the windows of this book,Another child..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To All That Love The Far And Blue
TO all that love the far and blue:Whether, from dawn to eve, on footThe fleeing corners ye pursue,Nor weary of the vain pursuit;Or whether down the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
To Alison Cunningham, From Her Boy
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