Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

161. System 1/3/2003
162. Tales Of Arabia 12/31/2002
163. Tempest Tossed And Sore Afflicted 12/31/2002
164. The Angler Rose, He Took His Rod 12/31/2002
165. The Bour-Tree Den 12/31/2002
166. The Celestial Surgeon 3/30/2010
167. The Clock's Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air 12/31/2002
168. The Cow 1/3/2003
169. The Dumb Soldier 1/3/2003
170. The Far-Farers 12/31/2002
171. The Feast Of Famine 7/1/2015
172. The Flowers 1/3/2003
173. The Gardener 1/3/2003
174. The Hayloft 1/3/2003
175. The Lamplighter 1/3/2003
176. The Land Of Counterpane 1/3/2003
177. The Land Of Nod 1/3/2003
178. The Land Of Story-Books 1/3/2003
179. The Light Keeper 10/21/2015
180. The Little Land 1/3/2003
181. The Mirror Speaks 4/7/2015
182. The Moon 1/3/2003
183. The Old Chimaeras. Old Recipts 12/31/2002
184. The Piper 12/31/2002
185. The Relic Taken, What Avails The Shrine? 12/31/2002
186. The Sick Child 4/24/2015
187. The Spaewife 3/30/2010
188. The Summer Sun Shone Round Me 12/31/2002
189. The Sun Travels 1/3/2003
190. The Swing 1/3/2003
191. The Unseen Playmate 1/3/2003
192. The Vagabond 1/3/2003
193. The Vanquished Knight 12/31/2002
194. The Wind 1/3/2003
195. The Wind Blew Shrill And Smart 12/31/2002
196. The Wind Is Without There And Howls In The Trees 12/31/2002
197. There Was An Old Man Of The Cape 2/4/2015
198. This Gloomy Northern Day 12/31/2002
199. Thou Strainest Through The Mountain Fern 12/31/2002
200. Though Deep Indifference Should Drowse 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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