Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

201. De Coenatione Micae 12/31/2002
202. Consolation 3/6/2015
203. Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me 12/31/2002
204. Come, Here Is Adieu To The City 12/31/2002
205. Come From The Daisied Meadows 12/31/2002
206. Christmas At Sea 3/30/2010
207. Block City 1/3/2003
208. Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien 12/31/2002
209. Before This Little Gift Was Come 12/31/2002
210. Bed In Summer 1/3/2003
211. Away With Funeral Music 12/31/2002
212. Autumn Fires 1/3/2003
213. Auntie's Skirts 1/3/2003
214. At The Sea-Side 1/3/2003
215. At Last She Comes 12/31/2002
216. As One Who Having Wandered All Night Long 12/31/2002
217. As In Their Flight The Birds Of Song 12/31/2002
218. Armies In The Fire 1/3/2003
219. Apologetic Postscript Of A Year Later 12/31/2002
220. An English Breeze 12/31/2002
221. Air Of Diabelli's 12/31/2002
222. After Reading "Antony And Cleopatra" 12/31/2002
223. Ad Se Ipsum 12/31/2002
224. Ad Quintilianum 12/31/2002
225. Ad Piscatorem 12/31/2002
226. Ad Olum 12/31/2002
227. Ad Nepotem 12/31/2002
228. Ad Martialem 12/31/2002
229. Ad Magistrum Ludi 12/31/2002
230. About The Sheltered Garden Ground 12/31/2002
231. A Valentine's Song 12/31/2002
232. A Thought 1/3/2003
233. A Good Play 1/3/2003
234. A Good Boy 1/3/2003
235. A Child's Garden Of Verses 1/7/2015
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 Land Of Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

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