Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

1. To Mrs. Will. H. Low. 3/26/2015
2. The Feast Of Famine 7/1/2015
3. My Body, Which My Dungeon Is 5/22/2015
4. The Sick Child 4/24/2015
5. Underwoods: Epigram 1/29/2015
6. The Mirror Speaks 4/7/2015
7. There Was An Old Man Of The Cape 2/4/2015
8. My House, I Say 1/9/2015
9. A Child's Garden Of Verses 1/7/2015
10. Consolation 3/6/2015
11. Wedding Prayer 2/3/2015
12. To Mesdames Zassetsky And Garschine 12/31/2002
13. The Relic Taken, What Avails The Shrine? 12/31/2002
14. To Rosabelle 12/31/2002
15. To Madame Garschine 12/31/2002
16. Sonnet Viii 12/31/2002
17. The Old Chimaeras. Old Recipts 12/31/2002
18. Sonet Vi 12/31/2002
19. In The States 1/3/2003
20. Frag2 12/31/2002
21. I, Whom Apollo Somtime Visited 12/31/2002
22. Light As The Linnet On My Way I Start 12/31/2002
23. To Will H. Low 3/30/2010
24. To Charles Baxter 12/31/2002
25. Tempest Tossed And Sore Afflicted 12/31/2002
26. In Charidemum 12/31/2002
27. Hail, Guest, And Enter Freely! 12/31/2002
28. Youth And Love 3/30/2010
29. To Miss Cornish 12/31/2002
30. Sonnet Vii 12/31/2002
31. To Marcus 12/31/2002
32. The Clock's Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air 12/31/2002
33. Sonnet Ii 12/31/2002
34. Frag1 12/31/2002
35. Sonnet V 12/31/2002
36. Lo, Now, My Guest 12/31/2002
37. To N. V. De G. S. 3/30/2010
38. For Richmond's Garden Wall 12/31/2002
39. The Spaewife 3/30/2010
40. In Maximum 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Louis Stevenson

The Swing

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

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The Feast Of Famine

Marquesan Manners

I. THE PRIEST'S VIGIL

In all the land of the tribe was neither fish nor fruit,
And the deepest pit of popoi stood empty to the foot.
The clans upon the left and the clans upon the right
Now oiled their carven maces and scoured their daggers bright;
They gat them to the thicket, to the deepest of the shade,

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