Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

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

Read the full of The Swing

Sonnet I

NOR judge me light, tho' light at times I seem,
And lightly in the stress of fortune bear
The innumerable flaws of changeful care -
Nor judge me light for this, nor rashly deem
(Office forbid to mortals, kept supreme
And separate the prerogative of God!)
That seaman idle who is borne abroad
To the far haven by the favouring stream.
Not he alone that to contrarious seas

[Hata Bildir]