Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

41. Dedication 12/31/2002
42. Dedicatory Poem For "Underwoods" 12/31/2002
43. Duddingstone 12/31/2002
44. Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano 12/31/2002
45. Envoy For "A Child's Garden Of Verses" 12/31/2002
46. Epitaphium Erotii 12/31/2002
47. Escape At Bedtime 1/3/2003
48. Fair Isle At Sea 12/31/2002
49. Fairy Bread 1/3/2003
50. Farewell 12/31/2002
51. Farewell To The Farm 1/3/2003
52. Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days 12/31/2002
53. Fixed Is The Doom 12/31/2002
54. Flower God, God Of The Spring 12/31/2002
55. For Richmond's Garden Wall 12/31/2002
56. Foreign Children 1/3/2003
57. Foreign Lands 1/3/2003
58. Frag1 12/31/2002
59. Frag2 12/31/2002
60. Fragments 12/31/2002
61. From A Railway Carriage 1/3/2003
62. Go, Little Book - The Ancient Phrase 12/31/2002
63. God Gave To Me A Child In Part 12/31/2002
64. Good And Bad Children 1/3/2003
65. Good-Night 1/3/2003
66. Had I The Power That Have The Will 12/31/2002
67. Hail! Childish Slave Of Social Rules 12/31/2002
68. Hail, Guest, And Enter Freely! 12/31/2002
69. Happy Thought 1/3/2003
70. Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend 3/30/2010
71. Henry James 1/3/2003
72. Historical Associations 1/3/2003
73. Home, My Little Children, Hear Are Songs For You 12/31/2002
74. I Am Like One That For Long Days Had Sate 12/31/2002
75. I Do Not Fear To Own Me Kin 12/31/2002
76. I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys Fair 12/31/2002
77. I Know Not How, But As I Count 12/31/2002
78. I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside 12/31/2002
79. I Now, O Friend, Whom Noiselessly The Snows 12/31/2002
80. I Who All The Winter Through 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

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