Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

1. To Mrs. Will. H. Low. 3/26/2015
2. My Body, Which My Dungeon Is 5/22/2015
3. The Feast Of Famine 7/1/2015
4. Fifteen Men On The Dead Man's Chest 12/11/2015
5. The Mirror Speaks 4/7/2015
6. The Sick Child 4/24/2015
7. Underwoods: Epigram 1/29/2015
8. The Light Keeper 10/21/2015
9. My House, I Say 1/9/2015
10. There Was An Old Man Of The Cape 2/4/2015
11. Consolation 3/6/2015
12. Wedding Prayer 2/3/2015
13. To Mesdames Zassetsky And Garschine 12/31/2002
14. To Miss Cornish 12/31/2002
15. The Spaewife 3/30/2010
16. The Relic Taken, What Avails The Shrine? 12/31/2002
17. To Madame Garschine 12/31/2002
18. To Rosabelle 12/31/2002
19. Sonet Vi 12/31/2002
20. The Old Chimaeras. Old Recipts 12/31/2002
21. Sonnet Viii 12/31/2002
22. To Marcus 12/31/2002
23. The Clock's Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air 12/31/2002
24. In Maximum 12/31/2002
25. I, Whom Apollo Somtime Visited 12/31/2002
26. Light As The Linnet On My Way I Start 12/31/2002
27. To Will H. Low 3/30/2010
28. To Charles Baxter 12/31/2002
29. Tempest Tossed And Sore Afflicted 12/31/2002
30. In Charidemum 12/31/2002
31. Hail, Guest, And Enter Freely! 12/31/2002
32. A Child's Garden Of Verses 1/7/2015
33. O Dull Cold Northern Sky 12/31/2002
34. Sonnet Vii 12/31/2002
35. Henry James 1/3/2003
36. Youth And Love 3/30/2010
37. Sonnet Ii 12/31/2002
38. Sonnet V 12/31/2002
39. Lo, Now, My Guest 12/31/2002
40. Frag1 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Louis Stevenson

Love, What Is Love

LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.

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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

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