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").
Sonnet Cxliii
Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catchOne of her feather'd creatures broke away,Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatchIn pursuit of the..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 52: So Am I As The Rich Whose BlessÈD Key
So am I as the rich whose blessèd keyCan bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure,The which he will not every hour survey,For blunting the fine..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Cxxii
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull character'd with lasting memory,Which shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date, even to..
© William Shakespeare
And This Of All My Hopes
913And this of all my HopesThis, is the silent endBountiful colored, my Morning roseEarly and sere, its endNever Bud from a StemStepped with so gay a..
© Emily Dickinson
As One Does Sickness Over
957As One does Sickness overIn convalescent Mind,His scrutiny of ChancesBy blessed Health obscured—As One rewalks a PrecipiceAnd whittles at the..
© Emily Dickinson
Could Live—did Live
43Could live—did live—Could die—did die—Could smile upon the wholeThrough faith in one he met not,To introduce his soul.Could go from scene..
© Emily Dickinson
Death Is Potential To That Man
548Death is potential to that ManWho dies—and to his friend—Beyond that—unconspicuousTo Anyone but God—Of these Two—God remembersThe longest—for the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Like To See It Lap The Miles
I like to see it lap the miles,And lick the valleys up,And stop to feed itself at tanks;And then, prodigious, stepAround a pile of mountains,And..
© Emily Dickinson
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
It dropped so low -- in my Regard --I heard it hit the Ground --And go to pieces on the StonesAt bottom of my Mind --Yet blamed the Fate that flung..
© Emily Dickinson
That I Did Always Love
549That I did always loveI bring thee ProofThat till I lovedI never lived—Enough—That I shall love alway—I argue theeThat love is life—And life hath..
© Emily Dickinson
Dreams&Mdash;Are Well&Mdash;But Waking's Better
450Dreams—are well—but Waking's better,If One wake at morn—If One wake at Midnight—better—Dreaming—of the Dawn—Sweeter—the Surmising Robins—Never..
© Emily Dickinson
A Transport One Cannot Contain
184A transport one cannot containMay yet a transport be—Though God forbid it lift the lid—Unto its Ecstasy!A Diagram—of Rapture!A sixpence at a..
© Emily Dickinson
Answer July
386Answer July—Where is the Bee—Where is the Blush—Where is the Hay?Ah, said July—Where is the Seed—Where is the Bud—Where is the May—Answer..
© Emily Dickinson
Despair's Advantage Is Achieved
799Despair's advantage is achievedBy suffering—Despair—To be assisted of ReverseOne must Reverse have bore—The Worthiness of Suffering likeThe..
© Emily Dickinson
As Far From Pity, As Complaint
496As far from pity, as complaint—As cool to speech—as stone—As numb to RevelationAs if my Trade were Bone—As far from time—as History—As near..
© Emily Dickinson
I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce
I died for beauty but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died for truth was lainIn an adjoining room.He questioned softly why I failed?'For..
© Emily Dickinson
A Great Hope Fell
A great Hope fellYou heard no noiseThe Ruin was withinOh cunning wreck that told no taleAnd let no Witness inThe mind was built for mighty FreightFor..
© Emily Dickinson
Why Do I Love You, Sir?
'Why do I love' You, Sir?Because—The Wind does not require the GrassTo answer—Wherefore when He passShe cannot keep Her place.Because He knows—andDo..
© Emily Dickinson
Best Gains—must Have The Losses' Test
684Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test—To constitute them—Gains—
© Emily Dickinson
It Might Be Lonelier
405It might be lonelierWithout the Loneliness—I'm so accustomed to my Fate—Perhaps the Other—Peace—Would interrupt the Dark—And crowd the little..
© Emily Dickinson
A Tooth Upon Our Peace
459A Tooth upon Our PeaceThe Peace cannot deface—Then Wherefore be the Tooth?To vitalize the Grace—The Heaven hath a Hell—Itself to signalize—And..
© Emily Dickinson
I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed
I taste a liquor never brewed,From tankards scooped in pearl;Not all the vats upon the RhineYield such an alcohol!Inebriate of air am I,And debauchee..
© Emily Dickinson
A Throe Upon The Features
71A throe upon the features—A hurry in the breath—An ecstasy of partingDenominated "Death"—An anguish at the mentionWhich when to patience grown,I've..
© Emily Dickinson
Train
I like to see it lap the miles,And lick the valleys up,And stop to feed itself at tanks;And then, prodigious, stepAround a pile of mountains,And..
© Emily Dickinson
Although I Put Away His Life
366Although I put away his life—An Ornament too grandFor Forehead low as mine, to wear,This might have been the HandThat sowed the flower, he..
© Emily Dickinson