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").
I Am Like One That For Long Days Had Sate
I AM like one that for long days had sate,With seaward eyes set keen against the gale,On some lone foreland, watching sail by sail,The portbound..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Home, My Little Children, Hear Are Songs For You
COME, my little children, here are songs for you;Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new.You must learn to sing them very small and..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Historical Associations
Dear Uncle Jim. this garden groundThat now you smoke your pipe around,has seen immortal actions doneAnd valiant battles lost and won.Here we had best..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Henry James
Who comes to-night? We open the doors in vain.Who comes? My bursting walls, can you containThe presences that now together throngYour narrow entry..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend
From the bonny bells of heatherThey brewed a drink long-syne,Was sweeter far than honey,Was stronger far than wine.They brewed it and they drank..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Happy Thought
The world is so full of a number of things,I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Hail, Guest, And Enter Freely!
HAIL, guest, and enter freely! All you seeIs, for your momentary visit, yours; and weWho welcome you are but the guests of God,And know not our..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Hail! Childish Slave Of Social Rules
HAIL! Childish slaves of social rulesYou had yourselves a hand in making!How I could shake your faith, ye fools,If but I thought it worth the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Had I The Power That Have The Will
HAD I the power that have the will,The enfeebled will - a modern curse -This book of mine should blossom stillA perfect garden-ground of verse.White..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Good-Night
Then the bright lamp is carried in,The sunless hours again begin;O'er all without, in field and lane,The haunted night returns again.Now we behold..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Good And Bad Children
Children, you are very little,And your bones are very brittle;If you would grow great and stately,You must try to walk sedately.You must still be..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
God Gave To Me A Child In Part
GOD gave to me a child in part,Yet wholly gave the father's heart:Child of my soul, O whither now,Unborn, unmothered, goest thou?You came, you went..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Go, Little Book - The Ancient Phrase
GO, little book - the ancient phraseAnd still the daintiest - go your ways,My Otto, over sea and land,Till you shall come to Nelly's hand.How shall I..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
From A Railway Carriage
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;And charging along like troops in a battleAll through the meadows the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Fragments
About my fields, in the broad sunAnd blaze of noon, there goeth one,Barefoot and robed in blue, to scanWith the hard eye of the husbandmanMy harvests..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Frag2
Tall as a guardsman, pale as the east at dawn,Who strides in strange apparel on the lawn?Rails for his breakfast? routs his vassals out(Like boys..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Frag1
About my fields, in the broad sunAnd blaze of noon, there goeth one,Barefoot and robed in blue, to scanWith the hard eye of the husbandmanMy harvests..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Foreign Lands
Up into the cherry treeWho should climb but little me?I held the trunk with both my handsAnd looked abroad in foreign lands.I saw the next door..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Foreign Children
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,Little frosty Eskimo,Little Turk or Japanee,Oh! don't you wish that you were me?You have seen the scarlet treesAnd the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Young Sea
The sea is never still.It pounds on the shoreRestless as a young heart,Hunting.The sea speaksAnd only the stormy heartsKnow what it says:It is the..
© Carl Sandburg
Young Bullfrogs
Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June.Ditches along prairie roads of Northern IllinoisFilled the arch of night with young bullfrog..
© Carl Sandburg
Yes , The Dead Speak To Us
Yes, the Dead speak to us.This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness.Back of the clamps on a fireproof door they hold the..
© Carl Sandburg
Working Girls
The working girls in the morning are going to work--long lines of them afoot amid the downtown storesand factories, thousands with little..
© Carl Sandburg
Work Gangs
Box cars run by a mile long.And I wonder what they say to each otherWhen they stop a mile long on a sidetrack.Maybe their chatter goes:I came from..
© Carl Sandburg
Women Washing Their Hair
They have painted and sungthe women washing their hair,and the plaits and strands in the sun,and the golden combsand the combs of elephant tusksand..
© Carl Sandburg