Robert Louis Stevenson
Born in November 13, 1850 / Died in December 3, 1894 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson
The Wind
... Like ladies' skirts across the grass- ...
Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone
... All that was good, all that was fair, ...
Whole Duty Of Children
... A child should always say what's true ...
Consolation
... Or whistling, as he sees you through the brake, ...
I Will Make You Brooches
... Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom, ...
Grown about by Fragrant Bushes
... Flashes a moment and goes out ...
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest
... Drink and the devil had done for the rest — ...
To Alison Cunningham, From Her Boy
... In the bright, fireside, nursery clime, ...
The Whaups (To S R Crockett)
... Gray, recumbent tombs of the dead in desert places, &emsp ...
To Will H. Low
... Still with gray hair we stumble on, ...
Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend
... And there on the cliff stood the father, &emsp ...
The Spaewife
... An siller, that s sae braw to keep, is brawer still to gie ...
In The Season
... They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,&emsp ...
To N. V. De G. S.
... Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep &emsp ...
Time To Rise
... "Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!" ...
