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New Poems   By: (1850-1894)

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New Poems Robert Louis Stevenson 1918 edition Scanned and proofed by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk

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PRAYER LO! IN THINE HONEST EYES I READ THOUGH DEEP INDIFFERENCE SHOULD DROWSE MY HEART, WHEN FIRST THE BLACKBIRD SINGS I DREAMED OF FOREST ALLEYS FAIR ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER DEDICATION THE OLD CHIMAERAS, OLD RECEIPTS PRELUDE THE VANQUISHED KNIGHT TO THE COMMISSIONERS OF NORTHERN LIGHTS THE RELIC TAKEN, WHAT AVAILS THE SHRINE? ABOUT THE SHELTERED GARDEN GROUND AFTER READING "ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA" I KNOW NOT HOW, BUT AS I COUNT SPRING SONG THE SUMMER SUN SHONE ROUND ME YOU LOOKED SO TEMPTING IN THE PEW LOVE'S VICISSITUDES DUDDINGSTONE STOUT MARCHES LEAD TO CERTAIN ENDS AWAY WITH FUNERAL MUSIC TO SYDNEY HAD I THE POWER THAT HAVE THE WILL O DULL COLD NORTHERN SKY APOLOGETIC POSTSCRIPT OF A YEAR LATER TO MARCUS TO OTTILIE THIS GLOOMY NORTHERN DAY THE WIND IS WITHOUT THERE AND HOWLS IN THE TREES A VALENTINE'S SONG HAIL! CHILDISH SLAVES OF SOCIAL RULES SWALLOWS TRAVEL TO AND FRO TO MESDAMES ZASSETSKY AND GARSCHINE TO MADAME GARSCHINE MUSIC AT THE VILLA MARINA FEAR NOT, DEAR FRIEND, BUT FREELY LIVE YOUR DAYS LET LOVE GO, IF GO SHE WILL I DO NOT FEAR TO OWN ME KIN I AM LIKE ONE THAT FOR LONG DAYS HAD SATE VOLUNTARY ON NOW, ALTHOUGH THE YEAR BE DONE IN THE GREEN AND GALLANT SPRING DEATH, TO THE DEAD FOR EVERMORE TO CHARLES BAXTER I WHO ALL THE WINTER THROUGH LOVE, WHAT IS LOVE? SOON OUR FRIENDS PERISH AS ONE WHO HAVING WANDERED ALL NIGHT LONG STRANGE ARE THE WAYS OF MEN THE WIND BLEW SHRILL AND SMART MAN SAILS THE DEEP AWHILE THE COCK'S CLEAR VOICE INTO THE CLEARER AIR NOW WHEN THE NUMBER OF MY YEARS WHAT MAN MAY LEARN, WHAT MAN MAY DO SMALL IS THE TRUST WHEN LOVE IS GREEN KNOW YOU THE RIVER NEAR TO GREZ IT'S FORTH ACROSS THE ROARING FOAM AN ENGLISH BREEZE AS IN THEIR FLIGHT THE BIRDS OF SONG THE PIPER TO MRS. MACMARLAND TO MISS CORNISH TALES OF ARABIA BEHOLD, AS GOBLINS DARK OF MIEN STILL I LOVE TO RHYME LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASE FLOWER GOD, GOD OF THE SPRING COME, MY BELOVED, HEAR FROM ME SINCE YEARS AGO FOR EVERMORE ENVOY FOR "A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES" FOR RICHMOND'S GARDEN WALL HAIL, GUEST, AND ENTER FREELY! LO, NOW, MY GUEST SO LIVE, SO LOVE, SO USE THAT FRAGILE HOUR AD SE IPSUM BEFORE THIS LITTLE GIFT WAS COME GO, LITTLE BOOK THE ANCIENT PHRASE MY LOVE WAS WARM DEDICATORY POEM FOR "UNDERWOODS" FAREWELL THE FAR FARERS COME, MY LITTLE CHILDREN, HERE ARE SONGS FOR YOU HOME FROM THE DAISIED MEADOWS EARLY IN THE MORNING I HEAR ON YOUR PIANO FAIR ISLE AT SEA LOUD AND LOW IN THE CHIMNEY I LOVE TO BE WARM BY THE RED FIRESIDE AT LAST SHE COMES MINE EYES WERE SWIFT TO KNOW THEE FIXED IS THE DOOM MEN ARE HEAVEN'S PIERS THE ANGLER ROSE, HE TOOK HIS ROD SPRING CAROL TO WHAT SHALL I COMPARE HER WHEN THE SUN COMES AFTER RAIN LATE, O MILLER TO FRIENDS AT HOME I, WHOM APOLLO SOMETIME VISITED TEMPEST TOSSED AND SORE AFFLICTED VARIANT FORM OF THE PRECEDING POEM I NOW, O FRIEND, WHOM NOISELESSLY THE SNOWS SINCE THOU HAST GIVEN ME THIS GOOD HOPE, O GOD GOD GAVE TO ME A CHILD IN PART OVER THE LAND IS APRIL LIGHT AS THE LINNET ON MY WAY I START COMIC, HERE IS ADIEU TO THE CITY IT BLOWS A SNOWING GALE NE SIT ANCILLAE TIBI AMOR PUDOR TO ALL THAT LOVE THE FAR AND BLUE THOU STRAINEST THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN FERN TO ROSABELLE NOW BARE TO THE BEHOLDER'S EYE THE BOUR TREE DEN SONNETS FRAGMENTS AIR OF DIABELLI'S EPITAPHIUM EROTII DE M. ANTONIO AD MAGISTRUM LUDI AD NEPOTEM IN CHARIDEMUM DE LIGURRA IN LUPUM AD QUINTILIANUM DE HORTIS JULII MARTIALIS AD MARTIALEM IN MAXIMUM AD OLUM DE COENATIONE MICAE DE EROTIO PUELLA AD PISCATOREM

New Poems

PRAYER

I ASK good things that I detest, With speeches fair; Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast, But hear my prayer.

I say ill things I would not say Things unaware: Regard my breast, Lord, in Thy day, And not my prayer.

My heart is evil in Thy sight: My good thoughts flee: O Lord, I cannot wish aright Wish Thou for me.

O bend my words and acts to Thee, However ill, That I, whate'er I say or be, May serve Thee still... Continue reading book >>




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