Robert Louis Stevenson
Born in November 13, 1850 / Died in December 3, 1894 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson
To Charles Baxter
... Tak hands, an' sing a burial ditty ...
To Friends At Home
... TO friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost ...
To Madame Garschine
... Till Care the graver - Care with cunning hand, ...
To Marcus
... Again us two, While howls the tempest higher, ...
To Mesdames Zassetsky And Garschine
... Where, frae the blatherin' wind concealed, ...
To Minnie
... The bones of antelope, the wings of albatross, ...
To Miss Cornish
... And keep their friends in close command ...
To Mrs. Macmarland
... The bells that ring, the peaks that climb, ...
To My Mother
... And you may chance to hear once more ...
To My Name-Child
... 1 Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed, ...
To Ottilie
... All around lay strange and bright ...
To Rosabelle
... Surmounted; thence, a Phaeton launched, she crowned ...
To Sydney
... Or widely read Make sweet for him that tills the soil ...
To The Commissioners Of Northern Lights
... An' no wi' you.I've no been very deep, ye'll think, ...
To the Muse
... And skim, and skim the pot: Till last, when round the house we hear ...
