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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.  Advertisements

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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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Poem – Summer

See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray’d, And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade. Come lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, When swains from shearing seek … Continue reading

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