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The wind is without there

Well, Storm Caroline came and rattled our windows last night… here’s something I wrote a little while ago…

I suppose many people would think of Treasure Island when they hear the name of Robert Louis Stevenson, or maybe The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, but although I love his stories, I also really like his poetry – which may seem old-fashioned, or even corny, but like my other favourite poet, John Masefield, Stevenson conjures such wonderful pictures in his words, little images in every line. 451 more words


December 5, 2017 - Picture-books in Winter

Picture-books in Winter

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Read by Emma Rye


Summer fading, winter comes—
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books. 94 more words

Children's Poetry And Prose

Thoughts 💭

To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying “Amen” to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive. 13 more words


November Wrap Up

It’s officially December!

Somehow we have already made it to the very last month of the year, with November, and another month of reading, now over.  884 more words

Sarah J. Maas

December 3, 1894: Robert Louis Stevenson Dies

Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. 1,083 more words

Poetry Corner:Winter-Time

Robert Louis Stevenson died in Samoa on this day in 1894. The Scottish novelist, poet and traveller Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson was born in Edinburgh in 1850. 229 more words

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