Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

161. The Wind Is Without There And Howls In The Trees 12/31/2002
162. Ad Martialem 12/31/2002
163. Over The Land Is April 12/31/2002
164. Envoy For "A Child's Garden Of Verses" 12/31/2002
165. The Gardener 1/3/2003
166. Ad Magistrum Ludi 12/31/2002
167. Good-Night 1/3/2003
168. My Love Was Warm 12/31/2002
169. To Any Reader 1/3/2003
170. Escape At Bedtime 1/3/2003
171. The Dumb Soldier 1/3/2003
172. The Flowers 1/3/2003
173. Apologetic Postscript Of A Year Later 12/31/2002
174. My Bed Is A Boat 1/3/2003
175. Ad Piscatorem 12/31/2002
176. Pirate Story 1/3/2003
177. Looking-Glass River 1/3/2003
178. Air Of Diabelli's 12/31/2002
179. Shadow March 1/3/2003
180. Let Love Go, If Go She Will 12/31/2002
181. Singing 1/3/2003
182. To My Mother 1/3/2003
183. Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days 12/31/2002
184. You Looked So Tempting In The Pew 12/31/2002
185. My Treasures 1/3/2003
186. The Land Of Story-Books 1/3/2003
187. Ad Se Ipsum 12/31/2002
188. My Ship And I 1/3/2003
189. Ad Nepotem 12/31/2002
190. Swallows Travel To And Fro 12/31/2002
191. Block City 1/3/2003
192. Time To Rise 1/3/2003
193. Whole Duty Of Children 1/3/2003
194. Christmas At Sea 3/30/2010
195. As In Their Flight The Birds Of Song 12/31/2002
196. Happy Thought 1/3/2003
197. After Reading "Antony And Cleopatra" 12/31/2002
198. The Unseen Playmate 1/3/2003
199. Ad Olum 12/31/2002
200. Good And Bad Children 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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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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