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. Fifteen Men On The Dead Man's Chest 12/11/2015
54. Fixed Is The Doom 12/31/2002
55. Flower God, God Of The Spring 12/31/2002
56. For Richmond's Garden Wall 12/31/2002
57. Foreign Children 1/3/2003
58. Foreign Lands 1/3/2003
59. Frag1 12/31/2002
60. Frag2 12/31/2002
61. Fragments 12/31/2002
62. From A Railway Carriage 1/3/2003
63. Go, Little Book - The Ancient Phrase 12/31/2002
64. God Gave To Me A Child In Part 12/31/2002
65. Good And Bad Children 1/3/2003
66. Good-Night 1/3/2003
67. Had I The Power That Have The Will 12/31/2002
68. Hail! Childish Slave Of Social Rules 12/31/2002
69. Hail, Guest, And Enter Freely! 12/31/2002
70. Happy Thought 1/3/2003
71. Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend 3/30/2010
72. Henry James 1/3/2003
73. Historical Associations 1/3/2003
74. Home, My Little Children, Hear Are Songs For You 12/31/2002
75. I Am Like One That For Long Days Had Sate 12/31/2002
76. I Do Not Fear To Own Me Kin 12/31/2002
77. I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys Fair 12/31/2002
78. I Know Not How, But As I Count 12/31/2002
79. I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside 12/31/2002
80. I Now, O Friend, Whom Noiselessly The Snows 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Louis Stevenson

Summer Sun

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look ...

Read the full of Summer Sun

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

[Report Error]