Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

161. System 1/3/2003
162. My Kingdom 1/3/2003
163. My Treasures 1/3/2003
164. To Any Reader 1/3/2003
165. Lo! In Thine Honest Eyes I Read 12/31/2002
166. Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend 3/30/2010
167. If This Were Faith 1/3/2003
168. What Man May Learn, What Man May Do 12/31/2002
169. Ad Martialem 12/31/2002
170. Ad Magistrum Ludi 12/31/2002
171. You Looked So Tempting In The Pew 12/31/2002
172. Pirate Story 1/3/2003
173. Good-Night 1/3/2003
174. To My Mother 1/3/2003
175. Singing 1/3/2003
176. The Land Of Story-Books 1/3/2003
177. Farewell 12/31/2002
178. Envoy For "A Child's Garden Of Verses" 12/31/2002
179. My Ship And I 1/3/2003
180. My Love Was Warm 12/31/2002
181. Escape At Bedtime 1/3/2003
182. Apologetic Postscript Of A Year Later 12/31/2002
183. My Bed Is A Boat 1/3/2003
184. Ad Piscatorem 12/31/2002
185. Time To Rise 1/3/2003
186. The Unseen Playmate 1/3/2003
187. Air Of Diabelli's 12/31/2002
188. Let Love Go, If Go She Will 12/31/2002
189. Ad Nepotem 12/31/2002
190. Happy Thought 1/3/2003
191. Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days 12/31/2002
192. Ad Se Ipsum 12/31/2002
193. Whole Duty Of Children 1/3/2003
194. Swallows Travel To And Fro 12/31/2002
195. Block City 1/3/2003
196. Auntie's Skirts 1/3/2003
197. Christmas At Sea 3/30/2010
198. As In Their Flight The Birds Of Song 12/31/2002
199. Where Go The Boats? 1/3/2003
200. Love's Vicissitudes 12/31/2002

Comments about Robert Louis Stevenson

  • N Poojitha N Poojitha (9/13/2015 9:03:00 AM)

    awesome person awesome poems

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  • 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

  • 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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