Rain por Robert Louis Stevenson The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. 2
The Relic Taken, What Avails the Shrine? por Robert Louis Stevenson The relic taken, what avails the s The locket, pictureless? O heart Art thou not worse than that, Still warm, a vacant nest where lo Her image nestled closer at my hea 1
Bed in Summer por Robert Louis Stevenson In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle—light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see 2 3
Before This Little Gift Was Come por Robert Louis Stevenson Before this little gift was come The little owner had made haste fo And from the door of where the ete Looked back on human things and sm O may this grief remain the only o 1
Behold, as Goblins Dark of Mien por Robert Louis Stevenson Behold, as goblins dark of mien And portly tyrants dyed with crime Change, in the transformation scen At Christmas, in the pantomime, Instanter, at the prompter’s cough 1
Blast - 1875 por Robert Louis Stevenson It’s rainin’. Weet’s the gairden Weet the lang roads whaur gangrels A maist unceevil thing o’ God In mid July — If ye’ll just curse the sneckdraw,
Block City por Robert Louis Stevenson What are you able to build with yo Castles and palaces, temples and d Rain may keep raining, and others But I can be happy and building a Let the sofa be mountains, the car 1
The Bour-Tree Den por Robert Louis Stevenson Clinkum—clank in the rain they rid Down by the braes and the grey sea Clinkum—clank by stane and cairn, Weary fa’ their horse—shoe—airn! Loud on the causey, saft on the sa 2 2
Bright Is the Ring... por Robert Louis Stevenson Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said — 1
A Camp por Robert Louis Stevenson The bed was made, the room was fit By punctual eve the stars were lit The air was still, the water ran, No need was there for maid or man, When we put up, my ass and I,
At the Sea-Side por Robert Louis Stevenson 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
Consolation por Robert Louis Stevenson Though he, that ever kind and true Kept stoutly step by step with you Your whole long, gusty lifetime th Be gone a while before, Be now a moment gone before,
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest por Robert Louis Stevenson Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Ch Yo—ho—ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for t Yo—ho—ho, and a bottle of rum!
Grown about by Fragrant Bushes por Robert Louis Stevenson Grown about by fragrant bushes, Sunken in a winding valley, Where the clear winds blow And the shadows come and go, And the cattle stand and low
Looking Forward por Robert Louis Stevenson 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.
My Shadow por Robert Louis Stevenson I have a little shadow that goes i And what can be the use of him is He is very, very like me from the And I see him jump before me, whe The funniest thing about him is th 2
Romance por Robert Louis Stevenson I will make you brooches and toys Of bird—song at morning and star—s I will make a palace fit for you a Of green days in forests and blue I will make my kitchen, and you sh
Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone por Robert Louis Stevenson Sing me a song of a lad that is go Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Mull was astern, Rum on the port,
The Land of Nod por Robert Louis Stevenson From breakfast on through all the At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go,
The Swing por Robert Louis Stevenson How do you like to go up in a swin Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall,
To Any Reader por Robert Louis Stevenson As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees So you may see, if you will look Through the windows of this book, Another child, far, far away,
Windy Nights por Robert Louis Stevenson Whenever the moon and stars are se 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 a
A Red, Red Rose por Robert Burns O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
Comin thro' the Rye por Robert Burns [First Setting] Comin thro’ the rye, poor body, Comin thro’ the rye, She draigl’t a’ her petticoatie Comin thro’ the rye.
Afton Water por Robert Burns Flow gently, sweet Afton, among t Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a son My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb Thou stock—dove, whose echo resoun
"John Anderson my jo, John" por Robert Burns John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John,
To a Mouse por Robert Burns Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous bea O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickerin brattle! I wad be laith to rin an’ chase th
Ae Fond Kiss por Robert Burns Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll Warring sighs and groans I’ll wag Who shall say that Fortune grieve
To a Mountain Daisy por Robert Burns Wee, modest, crimson—tippèd flow’r Thou’s met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow’r
It was a' for our Rightful King por Robert Burns It was a’ for our rightful king That we left fair Scotland’s stra It was a’ for our rightful king We e’er saw Irish land, My dear,
For a' That and a' That por Robert Burns Is there, for honest poverty, That hings his head, an’ a’ that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a’ that! For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Duncan Gray por Robert Burns Duncan Gray came here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooin o’t! On blythe Yule night when we were Ha, ha, the wooin o’t! Maggie coost her head fu high,
A Winter Night por Robert Burns When biting Boreas, fell and dour Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless b When Phoebus gies a short—liv’d g Far south the lift, Dim—dark’ning thro’ the flaky show
Winter: a Dirge por Robert Burns The wintry west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or, the stormy north sends driving The blinding sleet and snaw: While tumbling brown, the burn com
Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon) por Robert Burns Ye flowery banks o’ bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu’ o’ care? Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie
"How can I keep my maidenhead" por Robert Burns How can I keep my maidenhead, My maidenhead, my maidenhead; How can I keep my maidenhead, Among sae mony men, O. The Captain bad a guinea for’t,