Category Archives: Robert Louis Stevenson

Windy Nights – Robert Louis Stevenson

Whenever the moon and stars are set,Whenever the wind is high,All night long in the dark and wet,A man goes riding by.Late in the night when the fires are out,Why does he gallop and gallop about?Whenever the trees are crying … Continue reading

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Fairy Bread – Robert Louis Stevenson

Come up here, O dusty feet!Here is fairy ready to eat.Here in my retiring room,Children, you may dineOn the golden smell of broomAnd the shade of pine;And when you have eaten well,Fairy stories hear and tell. 

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Block City – Robert Louis Stevenson

What are you able to build with your blocks?Castles and palaces, temples and docks.Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,But I can be happy and building at home. Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea, There I’ll establish … Continue reading

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My Love Was Warm – Robert Louis Stevenson

MY love was warm; for that, I crossedThe mountains and the sea,Nor counted that endeavor lostThat gave my love to me. If that indeed were love at all,As still, my love, I trow,By what dear name am I to callThe … Continue reading

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A Good Boy – Poem

  I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood, And I am very … Continue reading

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Poem – The Swing

  How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I … Continue reading

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Poem – 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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