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by Robert Louis Stevenson

Happy Thought

 The world is so full of a number of things, 
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

I Know Not How But As I Count

 I KNOW not how, but as I count
The beads of former years,
Old laughter catches in my throat
With the very feel of tears.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Away With Funeral Music

 AWAY with funeral music - set
The pipe to powerful lips -
The cup of life's for him that drinks
And not for him that sips.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

At Last She Comes

 AT last she comes, O never more
In this dear patience of my pain
To leave me lonely as before,
Or leave my soul alone again.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Looking Forward

 When I am grown to man's estate 
I shall be very proud and great, 
And tell the other girls and boys 
Not to meddle with my toys.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside

 I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside,
I love to be wet with rain:
I love to be welcome at lamplit doors,
And leave the doors again.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Thought

 It is very nice to think 
The world is full of meat and drink, 
With little children saying grace 
In every Christian kind of place.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Aunties Skirts

 Whenever Auntie moves around,
Her dresses make a curious sound,
They trail behind her up the floor,
And trundle after through the door.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Fair Isle At Sea

 FAIR Isle at Sea - thy lovely name
Soft in my ear like music came.
That sea I loved, and once or twice I touched at isles of Paradise.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

To My Mother

 You too, my mother, read my rhymes 
For love of unforgotten times, 
And you may chance to hear once more 
The little feet along the floor.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Angler Rose He Took His Rod

 THE angler rose, he took his rod,
He kneeled and made his prayers to God.
The living God sat overhead: The angler tripped, the eels were fed

by Robert Louis Stevenson

To Auntie

 "Chief of our aunts"--not only I, 
But all your dozen of nurselings cry-- 
"What did the other children do? 
And what were childhood, wanting you?"

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Hail Guest And Enter Freely!

 HAIL, guest, and enter freely! All you see
Is, for your momentary visit, yours; and we
Who welcome you are but the guests of God,
And know not our departure.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

On Now Although The Year Be Done

 ON now, although the year be done,
Now, although the love be dead,
Dead and gone;
Hear me, O loved and cherished one,
Give me still the hand that led,
Led me on.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Soon Our Friends Perish

 SOON our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken - goes as flowers go.
Soon in December Over an ember, Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

De Coenatione Micae

 LOOK round: You see a little supper room;
But from my window, lo! great Caesar's tomb!
And the great dead themselves, with jovial breath
Bid you be merry and remember death.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

So Live So Love So Use That Fragile Hour

 SO live, so love, so use that fragile hour,
That when the dark hand of the shining power
Shall one from other, wife or husband, take,
The poor survivor may not weep and wake.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

To Madame Garschine

 WHAT is the face, the fairest face, till Care,
Till Care the graver - Care with cunning hand,
Etches content thereon and makes it fair,
Or constancy, and love, and makes it grand?

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

At the Sea-Side

 When I was down beside the sea 
A wooden spade they gave to me 
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

To Charles Baxter

 OUR Johnie's deid.
The mair's the pity! He's deid, an' deid o' Aqua-vitae.
O Embro', you're a shrunken city, Noo Johnie's deid! Tak hands, an' sing a burial ditty Ower Johnie's heid.

by Wallace Stevens

Valley Candle

 My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew.
The beams of the huge night Converged upon its image, Until the wind blew.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Far-Farers

 THE broad sun,
The bright day:
White sails
On the blue bay:
The far-farers
Draw away.
Light the fires And close the door.
To the old homes, To the loved shore, The far-farers Return no more.

by Omar Khayyam

But yesterday, at eve, I broke a china cup against a

But yesterday, at eve, I broke a china cup against a
stone. I was drunk when committing this senseless act.
This cup seemed to say to me: «I have been like thee;
thou wilt, in thy turn, be like me.»

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano

 EARLY in the morning I hear on your piano
You (at least, I guess it's you) proceed to learn to play.
Mostly little minds should take and tackle their piano While the birds are singing in the morning of the day.