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").
The Land Of Counterpane
When I was sick and lay a-bed,I had two pillows at my head,And all my toys beside me lay,To keep me happy all the day.And sometimes for an hour or..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Lamplighter
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky.It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by;For every night at teatime and before you..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Hayloft
Through all the pleasant meadow-sideThe grass grew shoulder-high,Till the shining scythes went far and wideAnd cut it down to dry.Those green and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Gardener
The gardener does not love to talk,He makes me keep the gravel walk;And when he puts his tools away,He locks the door and takes the key.Away behind..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Flowers
All the names I know from nurse:Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,And the Lady Hollyhock.Fairy places, fairy..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Feast Of Famine
Marquesan MannersI. THE PRIEST'S VIGILIn all the land of the tribe was neither fish nor fruit,And the deepest pit of popoi stood empty to the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Far-Farers
THE broad sun,The bright day:White sailsOn the blue bay:The far-farersDraw away.Light the firesAnd close the door.To the old homes,To the loved..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Dumb Soldier
When the grass was closely mown,Walking on the lawn alone,In the turf a hole I foundAnd hid a soldier underground.Spring and daisies came..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Cow
The friendly cow all red and white,I love with all my heart:She gives me cream with all her might,To eat with apple-tart.She wanders lowing here and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Clock's Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air
THE cock's clear voice into the clearer airWhere westward far I roam,Mounts with a thrill of hope,Falls with a sigh of home.A rural sentry, he from..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Celestial Surgeon
IF I have faltered more or lessIn my great task of happiness;If I have moved among my raceAnd shown no glorious morning face;If beams from happy..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Bour-Tree Den
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride,Down by the braes and the grey sea-side;Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn,Weary fa' their horse-shoe-airn!Loud on..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
The Angler Rose, He Took His Rod
THE angler rose, he took his rod,He kneeled and made his prayers to God.The living God sat overhead:The angler tripped, the eels were fed
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Tempest Tossed And Sore Afflicted
TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed,Come to me, all ye that labour; come, and I will give ye rest.Fear no more, O..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Tales Of Arabia
YES, friend, I own these tales of ArabiaSmile not, as smiled their flawless originals,Age-old but yet untamed, for agesPass and the magic is..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
System
Every night my prayers I say,And get my dinner every day;And every day that I've been good,I get an orange after food.The child that is not clean and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Swallows Travel To And Fro
SWALLOWS travel to and fro,And the great winds come and go,And the steady breezes blow,Bearing perfume, bearing love.Breezes hasten, swallows..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer Sun
Great is the sun, and wide he goesThrough empty heaven with repose;And in the blue and glowing daysMore thick than rain he showers his rays.Though..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Strange Are The Ways Of Men
STRANGE are the ways of men,And strange the ways of God!We tread the mazy pathsThat all our fathers trod.We tread them undismayed,And undismayed..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Stout Marches Lead To Certain Ends
STOUT marches lead to certain ends,We seek no Holy Grail, my friends -That dawn should find us every daySome fraction farther on our way.The dumb..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Still I Love To Rhyme
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wanderFar from the commoner way;Old-time trills and falls by the brook-side still do I..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
St. Martin's Summer
AS swallows turning backwardWhen half-way o'er the sea,At one word's trumpet summonsThey came again to me -The hopes I had forgottenCame back again..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Spring Song
THE air was full of sun and birds,The fresh air sparkled clearly.Remembrance wakened in my heartAnd I knew I loved her dearly.The fallows and the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Spring Carol
WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush,And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush,With sun on the meadowsAnd songs in the shadowsComes again to..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Soon Our Friends Perish
SOON our friends perish,Soon all we cherishFades as days darken - goes as flowers go.Soon in DecemberOver an ember,Lonely we hearken, as loud winds..
© Robert Louis Stevenson