Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

121. So Live, So Love, So Use That Fragile Hour 12/31/2002
122. Long Time I Lay In Little Ease 12/31/2002
123. In The Green And Gallant Spring 12/31/2002
124. Come From The Daisied Meadows 12/31/2002
125. Night And Day 1/3/2003
126. Now When The Number Of My Years 12/31/2002
127. Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend 3/30/2010
128. Go, Little Book - The Ancient Phrase 12/31/2002
129. Katherine 1/3/2003
130. To Friends At Home 12/31/2002
131. Strange Are The Ways Of Men 12/31/2002
132. God Gave To Me A Child In Part 12/31/2002
133. I Who All The Winter Through 12/31/2002
134. System 1/3/2003
135. Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me 12/31/2002
136. Historical Associations 1/3/2003
137. My Kingdom 1/3/2003
138. Farewell To The Farm 1/3/2003
139. Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien 12/31/2002
140. Foreign Children 1/3/2003
141. The Summer Sun Shone Round Me 12/31/2002
142. The Wind Is Without There And Howls In The Trees 12/31/2002
143. The Sun Travels 1/3/2003
144. Death, To The Dead For Evermore 12/31/2002
145. Prayer 12/31/2002
146. The Wind Blew Shrill And Smart 12/31/2002
147. Picture-Books In Winter 1/3/2003
148. Spring Song 12/31/2002
149. Had I The Power That Have The Will 12/31/2002
150. Young Night-Thought 1/3/2003
151. To What Shall I Compare Her? 12/31/2002
152. Small Is The Trust When Love Is Green 12/31/2002
153. Looking-Glass River 1/3/2003
154. Looking Forward 1/3/2003
155. Keepsake Mill 1/3/2003
156. Ad Quintilianum 12/31/2002
157. Farewell 12/31/2002
158. Over The Land Is April 12/31/2002
159. Dedication 12/31/2002
160. My Treasures 1/3/2003

Comments about Robert Louis Stevenson

  • Konigan Barrutman Konigan Barrutman (10/3/2014 1:30:00 PM)

    It is right to see such a gentle man look harsh, because he has trodden down and known so much of a harsh world in order to command that visage in life. A goodly poet

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  • Lil Dietz (1/28/2014 8:47:00 PM)

    When I was 8, my grandparents gave me for Christmas, A Child's Garden of Verses, my first poetry book. I adored it and still have it on my bookshelf. I remember that when I read it, it seemed dreamlike and peaceful... I had a happy feeling. How odd, I think, looking back on it, that a child so young would like poetry? Later on in childhood I read Shel Silverstein's popular poetry books but they were much more, hit-you-over-the-head with silliness, while this book was more intelligent and wry. For example, The Whole Duty of Children, : A child should always say what's true, And speak when he is spoken to, And behave mannerly at the table, At least as far as he is able, which is accompanied by a drawing of a child asleep sitting before his half-eaten meal with his head on the table.

  • Iris Shih (4/15/2012 3:42:00 AM)

    There are a lot of my poems including the elements of rhymes, bits... what's more, fairy tale elements of a child's heart. Welcome.

  • Iris Shih (4/15/2012 3:40:00 AM)

    Comment about your poem Love

    Despair - What is despair?
    After lots of ups and downs – first you deny, then you realize, finally... you have to believe
    What wins? is … the one who departs first
    Who loses? is … the one who loves more and insists not to go
    What if …?
    Everything is just a game and tact?

  • 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

  • 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 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.

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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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