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Riddle: I am brave but, wear the thing I used to fear most, I am bold, but not willing to kill. Who am I?Answer: Batman.
Riddle: Not only am I powerful enough to hurt like no other, I also have the power to heal like no other, but just like everything else, I can break...
Riddle: To some I am kind, to others I am cold, but once I'm done with you, you'll never be bothered again. What am I?Answer: Death.
Riddle: I am desired by all people, especially men. Once I pass, you can never have me again. What am I?Answer: Youth.
Riddle: I control what once was, what is, and what is to come. Some know not to waste me, whilst others take me for granted. What am I?Answer: Time.
Riddle: What is a mascot's favourite drink?Answer: The 'Root' Beer!
Riddle: Why did the Scientist put a Knocker on his door?Answer: 'Cause he wanted the 'No-Bel'l Prize.
Youth And Love
To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside.Passing for ever, he fares; and on either hand,Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide,Nestle in..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
Young Night-Thought
All night long and every night,When my mama puts out the light,I see the people marching by,As plain as day before my eye.Armies and emperor and..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
You Looked So Tempting In The Pew
YOU looked so tempting in the pew,You looked so sly and calm -My trembling fingers played with yoursAs both looked out the Psalm.Your heart beat hard..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
Winter-Time
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;Blinks but an hour or two; and then,A blood-red orange, sets again.Before the stars have..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
Windy Nights
Whenever the moon and stars are set,Whenever the wind is high,All night long in the dark and wet,A man goes riding by.Late in the night when the..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
Whole Duty Of Children
A child should always say what's trueAnd speak when he is spoken to,And behave mannerly at table;At least as far as he is able.
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
Where Go The Boats?
Dark brown is the river,Golden is the sand.It flows along for ever,With trees on either hand.Green leaves a-floating,Castles of the foam,Boats of..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
When The Sun Come After Rain
WHEN the sun comes after rainAnd the bird is in the blue,The girls go down the laneTwo by two.When the sun comes after shadowAnd the singing of the..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
What Man May Learn, What Man May Do
WHAT man may learn, what man may do,Of right or wrong of false or true,While, skipper-like, his course he steersThrough nine and twenty mingled..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
Wedding Prayer
Lord, behold our family here assembled.We thank you for this place in which we dwell,for the love that unites us,for the peace accorded us this..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
Voluntary
HERE in the quiet eveMy thankful eyes receiveThe quiet light.I see the trees stand fairAgainst the faded air,And star by star prepareThe perfect..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
Variant Form Of The Preceding Poem
COME to me, all ye that labour; I will give your spirits rest;Here apart in starry quiet I will give you rest.Come to me, ye heavy laden, sin defiled..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
Underwoods: Epigram
Of all my verse, like not a single line;But like my title, for it is not mine.That title from a better man I stole:Ah, how much better, had I stol'n..
©  Robert Louis Stevenson
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