Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

I Never Lost As Much But Twice

49I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels—twice descendingReimbursed my..

© Emily Dickinson

It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation

560It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation—But large—serene—Burned on—until through Dissolution—It failed from Men—I could not deem these Planetary..

© Emily Dickinson

I Years Had Been From Home

I years had been from home,And now, before the door,I dared not open, lest a faceI never saw beforeStare vacant into mineAnd ask my business there.My..

© Emily Dickinson

To One Denied The Drink

490To One denied the drinkTo tell what Water isWould be acuter, would it notThan letting Him surmise?To lead Him to the WellAnd let Him hear it..

© Emily Dickinson

It Will Be Summer—eventually

342It will be Summer—eventually.Ladies—with parasols—Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes—And little Girls—with Dolls—Will tint the pallid landscape—As..

© Emily Dickinson

Inconceivably Solemn!

582Inconceivably solemn!Things go gayPierce—by the very PressOf Imagery—Their far Parades—order on the eyeWith a mute Pomp—A pleading..

© Emily Dickinson

To Lose One's Faith&Mdash;Surpass

377To lose one's faith—surpassThe loss of an Estate—Because Estates can beReplenished—faith cannot—Inherited with Life—Belief—but once—can..

© Emily Dickinson

I Hide Myself Within My Flower

903I hide myself within my flower,That fading from your Vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for me—Almost a loneliness.

© Emily Dickinson

Victory Comes Late

690Victory comes late—And is held low to freezing lips—Too rapt with frostTo take it—How sweet it would have tasted—Just a Drop—Was God so..

© Emily Dickinson

To Lose Thee

To lose thee, sweeter than to gainAll other hearts I knew.Tis true the drought is destituteBut, then, I had the dew!The Caspian has its realms of..

© Emily Dickinson

'Twas The Old—road—through Pain

344'Twas the old—road—through pain—That unfrequented—one—With many a turn—and thorn—That stops—at Heaven—This—was the Town—she passed—There—where..

© Emily Dickinson

Take Your Heaven Further On

388Take your Heaven further on—This—to Heaven divine Has gone—Had You earlier blundered inPossibly, e'en You had seenAn Eternity—put on—Now—to ring a..

© Emily Dickinson

To Own The Art Within The Soul

855To own the Art within the SoulThe Soul to entertainWith Silence as a CompanyAnd Festival maintainIs an unfurnished CircumstancePossession is to..

© Emily Dickinson

Triumph—may Be Of Several Kinds

455Triumph—may be of several kinds—There's Triumph in the RoomWhen that Old Imperator—Death—By Faith

© Emily Dickinson

I'M Sorry For The Dead—today

529I'm sorry for the Dead—Today—It's such congenial timesOld Neighbors have at fences—It's time o' year for Hay.And Broad—Sunburned..

© Emily Dickinson

I Stepped From Plank To Plank

I stepped from plank to plankSo slow and cautiously;The stars about my head I felt,About my feet the sea.I knew not but the nextWould be my final..

© Emily Dickinson

Stanzas

WITHIN our happy castle there dwelt OneWhom without blame I may not overlook;For never sun on living creature shoneWho more devout enjoyment with us..

© William Wordsworth

Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806

CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid barsThrough the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeledBy breezeless air to smoothest polish, yieldA vivid..

© William Wordsworth

Argument For Suicide

Send this man to the mine, this to the battle,Famish an aged beggar at your gates,And let him die by inches- but for worldsLift not your hand against..

© William Wordsworth

Is It Dead—find It

417Is it dead—Find it—Out of sound—Out of sight—"Happy"? Which is wiser—You, or the Wind?"Conscious"? Won't you ask that—Of the low..

© Emily Dickinson

My Life Had Stood

My life had stood--a Loaded Gun--In Corners--till a DayThe Owner passed--identified--And carried Me away--And now We roam in Sovereign Woods--And now..

© Emily Dickinson

The Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the..

© William Wordsworth

Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again?

139Soul, Wilt thou toss again?By just such a hazardHundreds have lost indeed—But tens have won an all—Angel's breathless ballotLingers to record..

© Emily Dickinson

To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave

126To fight aloud, is very brave—But gallanter, I knowWho charge within the bosomThe Cavalry of Woe—Who win, and nations do not see—Who fall—and none..

© Emily Dickinson

The Thorn

I'There is a Thorn--it looks so old,In truth, you'd find it hard to sayHow it could ever have been young,It looks so old and grey.Not higher than a..

© William Wordsworth