written by Robert Louis StevensonCALL me not rebel, though { here at every word
{in what I sing
If I no longer hail thee{ King and Lord
{ Lord and King
I have redeemed myself with all I had,
And now possess my fortunes poor but glad.
With all I had I have redeemed myself,
And escaped at once from slavery and pelf.
The unruly wishes must a ruler take,
Our high desires do our low fortunes make:
Those only who desire palatial things
Do bear the fetters and the frowns of Kings;
Set free thy slave; thou settest free thyself.
Robert Louis Stevenson
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Mon 11.09.2009 at 18:57
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Sat 10.24.2009 at 12:47
I, WHOM Apollo sometime visited,
Or feigned to visit, now, my day being done,
Do slumber wholly; nor shall know at all
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Sat 10.17.2009 at 00:27
I ASK good things that I detest,
With speeches fair;
Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast,
But hear my prayer.
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Fri 10.02.2009 at 12:43
YOU fear, Ligurra - above all, you long -
That I should smite you with a stinging song.
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Wed 09.30.2009 at 22:55
ON now, although the year be done,
Now, although the love be dead,
Dead and gone;
Hear me, O loved and cherished one,
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Mon 09.21.2009 at 12:16
The gardener does not love to talk,
He makes me keep the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
