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").

Lo! In Thine Honest Eyes I Read

LO! in thine honest eyes I readThe auspicious beacon that shall lead,After long sailing in deep seas,To quiet havens in June ease.Thy voice sings..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Light As The Linnet On My Way I Start

LIGHT as the linnet on my way I start,For all my pack I bear a chartered heart.Forth on the world without a guide or chart,Content to know, through..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Let Love Go, If Go She Will

LET love go, if go she will.Seek not, O fool, her wanton flight to stay.Of all she gives and takes awayThe best remains behind her still.The best..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Late, O Miller

LATE, O miller,The birds are silent,The darkness falls.In the house the lights are lighted.See, in the valley they twinkle,The lights of home.Late, O..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Know You The River Near To Grez

KNOW you the river near to Grez,A river deep and clear?Among the lilies all the way,That ancient river runs to-dayFrom snowy weir to weir.Old as the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Keepsake Mill

Over the borders, a sin without pardon,Breaking the branches and crawling below,Out through the breach in the wall of the garden,Down by the banks of..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Katherine

We see you as we see a faceThat trembles in a forest placeUpon the mirror of a poolForever quiet, clear and cool;And in the wayward glass, appearsTo..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

winter, sea, storm

IT'S forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west,It's many a lonely league from home, o'er many a mountain crest,From where the dogs of..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

It Blows A Snowing Gale

IT blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year;The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier.The needle of the vane, it is veering to and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In The States

With half a heart I wander hereAs from an age gone byA brother yet— though young in years,An elder brother, I.You speak another tongue than..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In The Highlands

IN the highlands, in the country places,Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes;Where essential silence..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In The Green And Gallant Spring

IN the green and gallant Spring,Love and the lyre I thought to sing,And kisses sweet to give and takeBy the flowery hawthorn brake.Now is russet..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In Port

Last, to the chamber where I lieMy fearful footsteps patter nigh,And come out from the cold and gloomInto my warm and cheerful room.There, safe..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In Maximum

WOULDST thou be free? I think it not, indeed;But if thou wouldst, attend this simple rede:When quite contented }thou canst dine at homeThou shall be..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In Lupum

BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till;I have a larger on my window-sill.A farm, d'ye say? Is this a farm to you,Where for all woods I spay one..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

In Charidemum

YOU, Charidemus, who my cradle swung,And watched me all the days that I was young;You, at whose step the laziest slaves awake,And both the bailiff..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

If This Were Faith

God, if this were enough,That I see things bare to the buffAnd up to the buttocks in mire;That I ask nor hope nor hire,Nut in the husk,Nor dawn..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I, Whom Apollo Somtime Visited

I, WHOM Apollo sometime visited,Or feigned to visit, now, my day being done,Do slumber wholly; nor shall know at allThe weariness of changes; nor..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Will Make You Brooches

I will make you brooches and toys for your delightOf bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.I will make a palace fit for you and meOf green..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Who All The Winter Through

I WHO all the winter throughCherished other loves than you,And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew;Now I know the false and true,For..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Now, O Friend, Whom Noiselessly The Snows

I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snowsSettle around, and whose small chamber growsDusk as the sloping window takes its load:The kindly hill, as..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside

I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside,I love to be wet with rain:I love to be welcome at lamplit doors,And leave the doors again.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Know Not How, But As I Count

I KNOW not how, but as I countThe beads of former years,Old laughter catches in my throatWith the very feel of tears.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys Fair

I.I DREAMED of forest alleys fairAnd fields of gray-flowered grass,Where by the yellow summer moonMy Jenny seemed to pass.I dreamed the yellow summer..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I Do Not Fear To Own Me Kin

I DO not fear to own me kinTo the glad clods in which spring flowers begin;Or to my brothers, the great trees,That speak with pleasant voices in the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson