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Robert Louis Stevenson

Had I the Power That Have the Will

HAD I the power that have the will,
The enfeebled will– a modern curse –
This book of mine should blossom still
A perfect garden—ground of verse.
 
White placid marble gods should keep
Good watch in every shadowy lawn;
And from clean, easy—breathing sleep
The birds should waken me at dawn.
 
—A fairy garden; —none the less
Throughout these gracious paths of mine
All day there should be free access
For stricken hearts and lives that pine;
 
And by the folded lawns all day—
No idle gods for such a land—
All active Love should take its way
With active Labour hand in hand.

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The Spaewife

OH, I wad like to ken—to the begg… Why chops are guid to brander and… An’ siller, that ’s sae braw to ke… It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says… Oh, I wad like to ken—to the begg…
Windy Nights

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…
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TO her, for I must still regard h… As feminine in her degree, Who has been my unkind bombarder Year after year, in grief and glee… Year after year, with oaken tree;
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WHETHER upon the garden seat You lounge with your uplifted feet Under the May’s whole Heaven of b… Or whether on the sofa you, No grown up person being by,
In the Highlands

IN the highlands, in the country… Where the old plain men have rosy… And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes; Where essential silence cheers and…
To Marcus

YOU have been far, and I Been farther yet, Since last, in foul or fair An impecunious pair, Below this northern sky
Come, Here Is Adieu to the City

COME, here is adieu to the city And hurrah for the country again. The broad road lies before me Watered with last night’s rain. The timbered country woos me
Winter-Time

Late lies the wintry sun a—bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy—head; Blinks but an hour or two; and the… A blood—red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the ski…
The Summer Sun Shone Round Me

THE summer sun shone round me, The folded valley lay In a stream of sun and odour, That sultry summer day. The tall trees stood in the sunlig…
Travel

I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow;— Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, And, watched by cockatoos and goat…
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My Treasures

My Treasures These nuts, that I keep in the ba… Where all my tin soldiers are lyin… Were gathered in Autumn by nursie… In a wood with a well by the side…
St. Martin's Summer

AS swallows turning backward When half—way o’er the sea, At one word’s trumpet summons They came again to me — The hopes I had forgotten
Spring Song

THE air was full of sun and birds… The fresh air sparkled clearly. Remembrance wakened in my heart And I knew I loved her dearly. The fallows and the leafless trees
Blast - 1875

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,…
To Kalakaua

The Silver Ship, my King - that… In the bright islands whence your… The Silver Ship, at rest from win… Below your palace in your harbour… And the seafarers, sitting safe on…



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