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").
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xiii. -- The Building Of The Long Serpent
Thorberg Skafting, master-builder,In his ship-yard by the sea,Whistling, said, 'It would bewilderAny man but Thorberg Skafting,Any man but me!'Near..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xii. -- King Olaf's Christmas
At Drontheim, Olaf the KingHeard the bells of Yule-tide ring,As he sat in his banquet-hall,Drinking the nut-brown ale,With his bearded Berserks..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xi. -- Bishop Sigurd At Salten Fiord
Loud the anngy wind was wailingAs King Olaf's ships came sailingNorthward out of Drontheim havenTo the mouth of Salten Fiord.Though the flying..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf X. -- Raud The Strong
'All the old gods are dead,All the wild warlocks fled;But the White Christ lives and reigns,And throughout my wide domainsHis Gospel shall be..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Viii. -- Gudrun
On King Olaf's bridal nightShines the moon with tender light,And across the chamber streamsIts tide of dreams.At the fatal midnight hour,When all..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf V. -- The Skerry Of Shrieks
Now from all King Olaf's farmsHis men-at-armsGathered on the Eve of Easter;To his house at Angvalds-nessFast they press,Drinking with the royal..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Ix. -- Thangbrand The Priest
Short of stature, large of limb,Burly face and russet beard,All the women stared at him,When in Iceland he appeared.'Look!' they said,With nodding..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Iv. -- Queen Sigrid The Haughty
Queen Sigrid the Haughty sat proud and aloftIn her chamber, that looked over meadow and croft.Heart's dearest,Why dost thou sorrow so?The floor with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Iii. -- Thora Of Rimol
'Thora of Rimol! hide me! hide me!Danger and shame and death betide me!For Olaf the King is hunting me downThrough field and forest, through thorp..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Ii. -- The King's Return
And King Olaf heard the cry,Saw the red light in the sky,Laid his hand upon his sword,As he leaned upon the railing,And his ships went sailing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf I. -- The Challenge Of Thor
I am the God Thor,I am the War God,I am the Thunderer!Here in my Northland,My fastness and fortress,Reign I forever!Here amid icebergsRule I the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Landlord's Tale; Paul Revere's Ride
Listen, my children, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of Paul Revere,On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;Hardly a man is now aliveWho..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Prelude; The Wayside Inn
One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,Across the meadows bare and brown,The windows of the wayside innGleamed red with fire-light through the leavesOf..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude Vi.
Thus closed the tale of guilt and gloom,That cast upon each listener's faceIts shadow, and for some brief spaceUnbroken silence filled the room.The..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude V.
A strain of music closed the tale,A low, monotonous, funeral wail,That with its cadence, wild and sweet,Made the long Saga more complete.'Thank God,'..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude Iv.
And then the blue-eyed Norseman toldA Saga of the days of old.'There is,' said he, 'a wondrous bookOf Legends in the old Norse tongue,Of the dead..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude Iii.
He ended: and a kind of spellUpon the silent listeners fell.His solemn manner and his wordsHad touched the deep, mysterious chordsThat vibrate in..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn: Part 1. Interlude Ii.
Soon as the story reached its end,One, over eager to commend,Crowned it with injudicious praise;And then the voice of blame found vent,And fanned the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude I.
The Landlord ended thus his tale,Then rising took down from its nailThe sword that hung there, dim with dustAnd cleaving to its sheath with rust,And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Finale
The hour was late; the fire burned low,The Landlord's eyes were closed in sleep,And near the story's end a deep,Sonorous sound at times was heard,As..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Suspiria
Take them, O Death! and bear awayWhatever thou canst call thine own!Thine image, stamped upon this clay,Doth give thee that, but that alone!Take..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sunrise On The Hills
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide archWas glorious with the sun's returning march,And woods were brightened, and soft galesWent forth to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sundown
The summer sun is sinking low;Only the tree-tops redden and glow:Only the weathercock on the spireOf the neighboring church is a flame of fire;All is..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
St. John's, Cambridge
I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shadeThy western window, Chapel of St. John!And hear its leaves repeat their benisonOn him, whose hand thy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spring. (From The French Of Charles D'Orleans. Xv. Century)
Gentle Spring! in sunshine clad,Well dost thou thy power display!For Winter maketh the light heart sad,And thou, thou makest the sad heart gay,He..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow