Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

201. Where Go The Boats? 1/3/2003
202. Happy Thought 1/3/2003
203. Fairy Bread 1/3/2003
204. After Reading "Antony And Cleopatra" 12/31/2002
205. Romance 1/4/2003
206. Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope, O God 12/31/2002
207. Good And Bad Children 1/3/2003
208. Away With Funeral Music 12/31/2002
209. Winter-Time 1/3/2003
210. Foreign Lands 1/3/2003
211. When The Sun Come After Rain 12/31/2002
212. The Cow 1/3/2003
213. The Land Of Nod 1/3/2003
214. About The Sheltered Garden Ground 12/31/2002
215. An English Breeze 12/31/2002
216. The Vagabond 1/3/2003
217. As One Who Having Wandered All Night Long 12/31/2002
218. Armies In The Fire 1/3/2003
219. Autumn Fires 1/3/2003
220. At The Sea-Side 1/3/2003
221. Flower God, God Of The Spring 12/31/2002
222. The Moon 1/3/2003
223. The Lamplighter 1/3/2003
224. Windy Nights 1/3/2003
225. The Land Of Counterpane 1/3/2003
226. A Good Play 1/3/2003
227. Bed In Summer 1/3/2003
228. A Valentine's Song 12/31/2002
229. The Wind 1/3/2003
230. At Last She Comes 12/31/2002
231. From A Railway Carriage 1/3/2003
232. A Thought 1/3/2003
233. My Shadow 12/31/2002
234. Requiem 1/3/2003
235. Rain 1/3/2003
236. A Good Boy 1/3/2003
237. Summer Sun 1/3/2003
238. The Swing 1/3/2003
239. Love, What Is Love 12/31/2002

Comments about Robert Louis Stevenson

  • Bernard Onoja (8/14/2011 11:32:00 PM)

    Robert is a poet per excellence.His style is simply but strikes the audience with precision. I would be honored if he can appraise my poems, i would be encouraged by his criticism

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  • James Marcum (5/3/2011 11:57:00 AM)

    When I was a very young boy in school I was given a book of poetry written by Robert Louis Stevenson...one of his poems has stuck with me all these years, 'The Land of Counterpane.' When I was ill and bed fast I would play with my toys among the bed-clothes. I guess most every young person has experienced this....

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.

Read the full of Love, What Is Love

Love's Vicissitudes

AS Love and Hope together
Walk by me for a while,
Link-armed the ways they travel
For many a pleasant mile -
Link-armed and dumb they travel,
They sing not, but they smile.

Hope leaving, Love commences
To practise on the lute;

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