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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
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