Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

81. I Who All The Winter Through 12/31/2002
82. I Will Make You Brooches 3/30/2010
83. I, Whom Apollo Somtime Visited 12/31/2002
84. If This Were Faith 1/3/2003
85. In Charidemum 12/31/2002
86. In Lupum 12/31/2002
87. In Maximum 12/31/2002
88. In Port 1/3/2003
89. In The Green And Gallant Spring 12/31/2002
90. In The Highlands 1/4/2003
91. In The States 1/3/2003
92. It Blows A Snowing Gale 12/31/2002
93. It's Forth Across The Roaring Foam 12/31/2002
94. Katherine 1/3/2003
95. Keepsake Mill 1/3/2003
96. Know You The River Near To Grez 12/31/2002
97. Late, O Miller 12/31/2002
98. Let Love Go, If Go She Will 12/31/2002
99. Light As The Linnet On My Way I Start 12/31/2002
100. Lo! In Thine Honest Eyes I Read 12/31/2002
101. Lo, Now, My Guest 12/31/2002
102. Long Time I Lay In Little Ease 12/31/2002
103. Looking Forward 1/3/2003
104. Looking-Glass River 1/3/2003
105. Loud And Low In The Chimney 12/31/2002
106. Love, What Is Love 12/31/2002
107. Love's Vicissitudes 12/31/2002
108. Man Sails The Deep Awhile 12/31/2002
109. Marching Song 1/3/2003
110. Men Are Heaven's Piers 12/31/2002
111. Mine Eyes Were Swift To Know Thee 12/31/2002
112. Music At The Villa Marina 12/31/2002
113. My Bed Is A Boat 1/3/2003
114. My Body, Which My Dungeon Is 5/22/2015
115. My Heart, When First The Black-Bird Sings 3/30/2010
116. My Heart, When First The Black-Bird Sings 12/31/2002
117. My House, I Say 1/9/2015
118. My Kingdom 1/3/2003
119. My Love Was Warm 12/31/2002
120. My Shadow 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!

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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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