Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

201. To All That Love The Far And Blue 12/31/2002
202. To Any Reader 1/3/2003
203. To Auntie 1/3/2003
204. To Charles Baxter 12/31/2002
205. To Friends At Home 12/31/2002
206. To Madame Garschine 12/31/2002
207. To Marcus 12/31/2002
208. To Mesdames Zassetsky And Garschine 12/31/2002
209. To Minnie 1/3/2003
210. To Miss Cornish 12/31/2002
211. To Mrs. Macmarland 12/31/2002
212. To Mrs. Will. H. Low. 3/26/2015
213. To My Mother 1/3/2003
214. To My Name-Child 1/3/2003
215. To N. V. De G. S. 3/30/2010
216. To Ottilie 12/31/2002
217. To Rosabelle 12/31/2002
218. To Sydney 12/31/2002
219. To The Commissioners Of Northern Lights 12/31/2002
220. To The Muse 1/3/2003
221. To What Shall I Compare Her? 12/31/2002
222. To Will H. Low 3/30/2010
223. To Willie And Henrietta 1/3/2003
224. Travel 1/3/2003
225. Underwoods: Epigram 1/29/2015
226. Variant Form Of The Preceding Poem 12/31/2002
227. Voluntary 12/31/2002
228. Wedding Prayer 2/3/2015
229. What Man May Learn, What Man May Do 12/31/2002
230. When The Sun Come After Rain 12/31/2002
231. Where Go The Boats? 1/3/2003
232. Whole Duty Of Children 1/3/2003
233. Windy Nights 1/3/2003
234. Winter-Time 1/3/2003
235. You Looked So Tempting In The Pew 12/31/2002
236. Young Night-Thought 1/3/2003
237. Youth And Love 3/30/2010
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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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 tuft of rue,
And that so rusty, and so small a thing,
One shrill cicada hides it with a wing;
Where one cucumber covers all the plain;
And where one serpent rings himself in vain
To enter wholly; and a single snail

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