Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

161. Tales Of Arabia 12/31/2002
162. Tempest Tossed And Sore Afflicted 12/31/2002
163. The Angler Rose, He Took His Rod 12/31/2002
164. The Bour-Tree Den 12/31/2002
165. The Celestial Surgeon 3/30/2010
166. The Clock's Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air 12/31/2002
167. The Cow 1/3/2003
168. The Dumb Soldier 1/3/2003
169. The Far-Farers 12/31/2002
170. The Flowers 1/3/2003
171. The Gardener 1/3/2003
172. The Hayloft 1/3/2003
173. The Lamplighter 1/3/2003
174. The Land Of Counterpane 1/3/2003
175. The Land Of Nod 1/3/2003
176. The Land Of Story-Books 1/3/2003
177. The Little Land 1/3/2003
178. The Mirror Speaks 4/7/2015
179. The Moon 1/3/2003
180. The Old Chimaeras. Old Recipts 12/31/2002
181. The Piper 12/31/2002
182. The Relic Taken, What Avails The Shrine? 12/31/2002
183. The Sick Child -new- 4/24/2015
184. The Spaewife 3/30/2010
185. The Summer Sun Shone Round Me 12/31/2002
186. The Sun Travels 1/3/2003
187. The Swing 1/3/2003
188. The Unseen Playmate 1/3/2003
189. The Vagabond 1/3/2003
190. The Vanquished Knight 12/31/2002
191. The Wind 1/3/2003
192. The Wind Blew Shrill And Smart 12/31/2002
193. The Wind Is Without There And Howls In The Trees 12/31/2002
194. There Was An Old Man Of The Cape 2/4/2015
195. This Gloomy Northern Day 12/31/2002
196. Thou Strainest Through The Mountain Fern 12/31/2002
197. Though Deep Indifference Should Drowse 12/31/2002
198. Time To Rise 1/3/2003
199. To Alison Cunningham, From Her Boy 3/30/2010
200. To All That Love The Far And Blue 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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To Auntie

"Chief of our aunts"--not only I,
But all your dozen of nurselings cry--
"What did the other children do?
And what were childhood, wanting you?"

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