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New Poems
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Still I Love to Rhyme
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander
Far from the commoner way;
Old-time trills and falls by the brook-side still do I ponder,
Dreaming to-morrow to-day.
Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo,
Measures descanted before;
Since I ancient verses, I emulous follow,
Prints in the marbles of yore.
Still strange, strange, they sound in old-young raiment invested,
Songs for the brain to forget -
Young song-birds elate to grave old temples benested
Piping and chirruping yet.
Thoughts? No thought has yet unskilled attempted to flutter
Trammelled so vilely in verse;
He who writes but aims at fame and his bread and his butter,
Won with a groan and a curse.
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Chicago:
Robert Louis Stevenson, "Still I Love to Rhyme," New Poems, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in New Poems (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed October 31, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQZ7SIJVIB8Q2XS.
MLA:
Stevenson, Robert Louis. "Still I Love to Rhyme." New Poems, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in New Poems, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 31 Oct. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQZ7SIJVIB8Q2XS.
Harvard:
Stevenson, RL, 'Still I Love to Rhyme' in New Poems, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, New Poems, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 31 October 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQZ7SIJVIB8Q2XS.
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