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").
A Glass Of Wine
'What's in a glass of wine?'There, set the glass where I can look within.Now listen to me, friend, while I beginAnd tell you what I seeWhat I behold..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Girl's Autumn Reverie
We plucked a red rose, you and IAll in the summer weather;Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,Enjoyed by us together.The rose is dead, the summer..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Fisherman's Baby
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;Then sleep..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Fatal Impress
A little leaf just in the forest's edge,All summer long, had listened to the wooingOf amorous brids that flew across the hedge,Singing their blithe..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Fallen Leaf
A trusting little leaf of green,A bold audacious frost;A rendezvous, a kiss or two,And youth for ever lost.Ah, me!The bitter, bitter cost.A flaunting..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Fable
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,One day all meet togetherTo hold a caucus and settle the fateOf a certain bird..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Burial
Today I had a burial of my dead.There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,No prayers were uttered and no tears were shedI only turned a picture to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Baby In The House
I knew that a baby was hid in that house,Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;But the husband was tip-toeing 'round like a mouse,And the good wife..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
It Might Have Been
We will be what we could be. Do not say,"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."No fate can keep us from the chosen way;He only might..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“Healthy Body, Happy Mind”
Today is World Health Day, hooray!We learn to care for our body each day.Eat fruits and veggies, colors so bright,Jump and run, play from morning..
© World Health Day
Psalme Cxxxvii.
By Euphrates' flowry sideWe did bide,From deare Juda faire absented,Tearing the aire with our cryes ;And our eyesWith their streames his streame..
© John Donne
The Soule
Thee, eye of heaven, this great soule envies not;By thy male force is all wee have begot;In the first East thou now begins to shine;Suck'st early..
© John Donne
Good Friday
(Riding Westward.)Let man's soule be a spheare, and then in thisThe intelligence that moves devotion is;And as the other spheares by being..
© John Donne
To Sir Henry Wotton
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but for theseI could..
© John Donne
To Sir Henry Goodyere
WHO makes the last a pattern for next year,Turns no new leaf, but still the same things reads ;Seen things he sees again, heard things doth hear,And..
© John Donne
To The Earl Of Doncaster
SEE, sir, how, as the sun's hot masculine flameBegets strange creatures on Nile's dirty slime,In me your fatherly yet lusty rhyme—For these songs are..
© John Donne
To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders
THOU, whose diviner soul hath caused thee nowTo put thy hand unto the holy plough,Making lay-scornings of the ministryNot an impediment, but victory..
© John Donne
Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus
Like Esop's fellow-slaves, O Mercury,Which could do all things, thy faith is ; and ILike Esop's self, which nothing. I confessI should have had more..
© John Donne
Translated Out Of Gazaeus,
GOD grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine,Thou who dost, best friend, in best things outshine ;May thy soul, ever cheerful, ne'er know..
© John Donne
To Sir Henry Wotton Ii
HERE'S no more news than virtue ; I may as wellTell you Calais, or Saint Michael's tales, as tellThat vice doth here habitually dwell.Yet as, to get..
© John Donne
Raderus
Why this man gelded Martial I muse,Except himself alone his tricks would use,As Katherine, for the court's sake, put down stews.
© John Donne
Klockius
Klockius so deeply hath sworn ne'er more to comeIn bawdy house, that he dares not go home.
© John Donne
To Mr. Samuel Brooke
O THOU which to search out the secret partsOf the India, or rather ParadiseOf knowledge, hast with courage and adviceLately launch'd into the vast..
© John Donne
Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me,For I have sinned, and sinned, and only heWho could do no..
© John Donne
To Mr. I. P.
BLEST are your north parts, for all this long timeMy sun is with you ; cold and dark's our clime ;Heaven's sun, which stay'd so long from us this..
© John Donne