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").

River And Sea

Under the light of the silver moonWe two sat, when our hearts were young;The night was warm with the breath of June,And loud from the meadow the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Rich And Poor

By the castle-gate my lady stands,Viewing broad acres and spreading lands.Hill and valley and mead and plainAre all her own, with their wealth of..

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Reunited

Let us begin, dear love, where we left off;Tie up the broken threads of that old dream;And go on happy as before; and seemLovers again, though all..

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Response

I said this morning, as I leaned and threwMy shutters open to the Spring's surprise,'Tell me, O Earth, how is it that in youYear after year the same..

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Resolve

Build on resolve, and not upon regret,The structure of thy future. Do not gropeAmong the shadows of old sins, but letThine own soul’s light shine on..

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Regret

There is a haunting phantom called Regret,A shadowy creature robed somewhat like woe,But fairer in the face, whom all men knowBy her said mien, and..

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Refuted

‘Anticipation is sweeter than realisation.’It may be, yet I have not found it so.In those first golden dreams of future fameI did not find such..

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Recompense

Straight through my heart this fact to-day,By Truth’s own hand is driven:God never takes one thing away,But something else is given.I did not know in..

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Realisation

Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;Or so the unperceiving thought,Who looked no deeper than her face,Devoid of chiselled lines of grace –No farther than..

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Rangoon

ust a changing sea of colourSurging up and flowing down;And pagodas shining golden, night and noon;And a sun-burst-tinted throngOf young priests that..

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Queries

Well, how has it been with you since we metThat last strange time of a hundred times?When we met to swear that we could forget—I your caresses, and..

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Protest

To sin by silence, when we should protest,Makes cowards out of men. The human raceHas climbed on protest. Had no voice been raisedAgainst injustice..

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Progress

Let there be many windows to your soul,That all the glory of the universeMay beautify it. Not the narrow paneOf one poor creed can catch the radiant..

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Presumption

Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder -I check myself, and say, 'That mighty OneWho made the solar system cannot blunder -And for the best all..

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Preparation

We must not force events, but rather makeThe heart soil ready for their coming, asThe earth spreads carpets for the feet of Spring,Or, with the..

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Preaching Vs Practice

It is easy to sit in the sunshineAnd talk to the man in the shade;It is easy to float in a well-trimmed boat,And point out the places to wade.But..

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Prayer

Lord, let us pray.Give us the open mind, O God,The mind that dares believeIn paths of thought as yet untrod;The mind that can conceiveLarge visions..

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Poverty And Wealth

The stork flew over a town one day,And back of each wing an infant lay;One to a rich man’s home he brought,And one he left at a labourer’s cot.The..

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Possession

That which we had we still possess,Though leaves may drop and stars may fall;No circumstance can make it lessOr take it from us, all in all.That..

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Platonic

I knew it the first of the summer,I knew it the same at the end,That you and your love were plighted,But couldn’t you be my friend?Couldn’t we sit in..

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Philosophy

At morn the wise man walked abroad,Proud with the learning of great fools.He laughed and said, ‘There is no God –‘Tis force creates, ‘tis reason..

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Ph. Best & Co.'s Lager-Beer

In every part of the thrifty town,Whether my course be up or down,In lane, and alley, and avenue,Painted in yellow, and red, and blue,This side and..

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Perished

I called to the summer sun,“Come over the hills to-day!Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run,And kiss the snow-drifts and melt them away.”And the..

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Perfectness

All perfect things are saddening in effect.The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes,The matchless tinting on the royal roseWhose velvet leaf by..

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Penalty

Because of the fullness of what I had,All that I have seems poor and vain.If I had not been happy, I were not sad--Tho' my salt is savorless, why..

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