Robert Louis Stevenson
Born in November 13, 1850 / Died in December 3, 1894 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson
Hail! Childish Slave Of Social Rules
... Grundy do it, Tho' all I honour and hold dear ...
Hail, Guest, And Enter Freely!
... and we Who welcome you are but the guests of God, ...
Happy Thought
... The world is so full of a number of things, ...
Henry James
... and we see Slighted De Mauves, and that far different she, ...
Historical Associations
... where I, With Robert Bruce William Tell, ...
Home, My Little Children, Hear Are Songs For You
... Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new ...
I Am Like One That For Long Days Had Sate
... thus for love Strained all my senses eagerly and long ...
I Do Not Fear To Own Me Kin
... That gives and takes with wind and sun and rain ...
I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys fair
... In doubt if it be mine -O looking long and fondly thus, ...
I Know Not How, But As I Count
... Old laughter catches in my throat ...
I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside
... I love to be welcome at lamplit doors, ...
I Now, O Friend, Whom Noiselessly The Snows
... * * * * *I and my like, improvident sailors!* * * * *At whose light fall awaking, all my heart ...
I WHo All The Winter Through
... And the clean air shines and tinkles as the world goes wheeling through ...
I, Whom Apollo Somtime Visited
... Drink of the blanching ink, or the loud sound ...
If This Were Faith
... God, if that were enough! If to feel, in the ink of the slough, ...
