Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

121. My Ship And I 1/3/2003
122. My Treasures 1/3/2003
123. My Wife 3/30/2010
124. Ne Sit Ancillae Tibi Amor Pudor 12/31/2002
125. Nest Eggs 1/3/2003
126. Night And Day 1/3/2003
127. Now Bare To The Beholder's Eye 12/31/2002
128. Now When The Number Of My Years 12/31/2002
129. O Dull Cold Northern Sky 12/31/2002
130. On Now, Although The Year Be Done 12/31/2002
131. Over The Land Is April 12/31/2002
132. Picture-Books In Winter 1/3/2003
133. Pirate Story 1/3/2003
134. Prayer 12/31/2002
135. Prelude 12/31/2002
136. Rain 1/3/2003
137. Requiem 1/3/2003
138. Romance 1/4/2003
139. Shadow March 1/3/2003
140. Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope, O God 12/31/2002
141. Since Years Ago For Evermore 12/31/2002
142. Singing 1/3/2003
143. Small Is The Trust When Love Is Green 12/31/2002
144. So Live, So Love, So Use That Fragile Hour 12/31/2002
145. Sonet Vi 12/31/2002
146. Sonnet I 12/31/2002
147. Sonnet Ii 12/31/2002
148. Sonnet Iii 12/31/2002
149. Sonnet V 12/31/2002
150. Sonnet Vii 12/31/2002
151. Sonnet Viii 12/31/2002
152. Soon Our Friends Perish 12/31/2002
153. Spring Carol 12/31/2002
154. Spring Song 12/31/2002
155. St. Martin's Summer 12/31/2002
156. Still I Love To Rhyme 12/31/2002
157. Stout Marches Lead To Certain Ends 12/31/2002
158. Strange Are The Ways Of Men 12/31/2002
159. Summer Sun 1/3/2003
160. Swallows Travel To And Fro 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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The Feast Of Famine

Marquesan Manners

I. THE PRIEST'S VIGIL

In all the land of the tribe was neither fish nor fruit,
And the deepest pit of popoi stood empty to the foot.
The clans upon the left and the clans upon the right
Now oiled their carven maces and scoured their daggers bright;
They gat them to the thicket, to the deepest of the shade,

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