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").

Night And Day

When the golden day is done,Through the closing portal,Child and garden, Flower and sun,Vanish all things mortal.As the blinding shadows fallAs the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Nest Eggs

Birds all the summer dayFlutter and quarrelHere in the arbour-likeTent of the laurel.Here in the forkThe brown nest is seated;For little blue eggsThe..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Ne Sit Ancillae Tibi Amor Pudor

THERE'S just a twinkle in your eyeThat seems to say I MIGHT, if IWere only bold enough to tryAn arm about your waist.I hear, too, as you come and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Wife

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,Steel-true and blade-straight,The great artificerMade my mate.Honour, anger, valour..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Treasures

These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest,Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest,Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and meIn a wood with a..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Ship And I

O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond;And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Shadow

From Child's Garden of VersesI have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.He is very..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Love Was Warm

MY love was warm; for that I crossedThe mountains and the sea,Nor counted that endeavour lostThat gave my love to me.If that indeed were love at..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Kingdom

Down by a shining water wellI found a very little dell,No higher than my head.The heather and the gorse aboutIn summer bloom were coming out,Some..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My House, I Say

My house, I say. But hark to the sunny dovesThat make my roof the arena of their loves,That gyre about the gable all day longAnd fill the chimneys..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Heart, When First The Black-Bird Sings

MY heart, when first the blackbird sings,My heart drinks in the song:Cool pleasure fills my bosom throughAnd spreads each nerve along.My bosom eddies..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Body, Which My Dungeon Is

My body which my dungeon is,And yet my parks and palaces: -Which is so great that there I goAll the day long to and fro,And when the night begins to..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Bed Is A Boat

My bed is like a little boat;Nurse helps me in when I embark;She girds me in my sailor's coatAnd starts me in the dark.At night I go on board and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Music At The Villa Marina

FOR some abiding central source of power,Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flowAnd, flowing, carry virtue. Far below,The vain tumultuous..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Mine Eyes Were Swift To Know Thee

MINE eyes were swift to know thee, and my heartAs swift to love. I did become at onceThine wholly, thine unalterably, thineIn honourable service..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Men Are Heaven's Piers

MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermoreUnwearying bear the skyey floor;Man's theatre they bear with ease,Unfrowning cariatides!I, for my wife, the sun..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Marching Song

Bring the comb and play upon it!Marching, here we come!Willie cocks his highland bonnet,Johnnie beats the drum.Mary Jane commands the party,Peter..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Man Sails The Deep Awhile

MAN sails the deep awhile;Loud runs the roaring tide;The seas are wild and wide;O'er many a salt, o'er many a desert mile,The unchained breakers..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Love's Vicissitudes

AS Love and Hope togetherWalk by me for a while,Link-armed the ways they travelFor many a pleasant mile -Link-armed and dumb they travel,They sing..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Love, What Is Love

LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bareTo see love..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Loud And Low In The Chimney

LOUD and low in the chimneyThe squalls suspire;Then like an answer dwindlesAnd glows the fire,And the chamber reddens and darkensIn time like taken..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Looking-Glass River

Smooth it glides upon its travel,Here a wimple, there a gleam--O the clean gravel!O the smooth stream!Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,Pave pools as..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Looking Forward

When I am grown to man's estateI shall be very proud and great,And tell the other girls and boysNot to meddle with my toys.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Long Time I Lay In Little Ease

LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASELONG time I lay in little easeWhere, placed by the Turanian,Marseilles, the many-masted, seesThe blue Mediterranean.Now..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Lo, Now, My Guest

LO, now, my guest, if aught amiss were said,Forgive it and dismiss it from your head.For me, for you, for all, to close the date,Pass now the ev'ning..

© Robert Louis Stevenson