written by Robert Louis StevensonO NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home
We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome;
And in the country, still conjoined by fate,
Behold our villas standing gate by gate),
Thou hast a daughter, dearer far than life -
Thy image and the image of thy wife.
Thy image and thy wife's, and be it so!
But why for her, { neglect the flowing } can
{ O Nepos, leave the }
And lose the prime of thy Falernian?
Hoard casks of money, if to hoard be thine;
But let thy daughter drink a younger wine!
Let her go rich and wise, in silk and fur;
Lay down a { bin that shall }grow old with her;
{ vintage to }
But thou, meantime, the while the batch is sound,
With pleased companions pass the bowl around;
Nor let the childless only taste delights,
For Fathers also may enjoy their nights.
Robert Louis Stevenson
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Sun 02.15.2009 at 23:41
THE cock's clear voice into the clearer air
Where westward far I roam,
Mounts with a thrill of hope,
Falls with a sigh of home.
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Fri 02.13.2009 at 18:05
TO her, for I must still regard her
As feminine in her degree,
Who has been my unkind bombarder
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Fri 02.13.2009 at 01:16
TO friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost
The gracious old, the lovely young, to May
The fair, December the beloved,
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Fri 02.06.2009 at 13:42
IN the green and gallant Spring,
Love and the lyre I thought to sing,
And kisses sweet to give and take
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Thu 01.29.2009 at 02:36
I have a hoard of treasure in my breast;
The grange of memory steams against the door,
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Sun 01.25.2009 at 22:29
As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
