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").
Ghost
'Who knocks? ' 'I, who was beautifulBeyond all dreams to restore,I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither,And knock on the door.''Who speaks? '..
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The Spirit Of Air
Coral and clear emerald,And amber from the sea,Lilac-coloured amethyst,Chalcedony;The lovely Spirit of AirFloats on a cloud and doth ride,Clad in the..
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Melmillo
Three and thirty birds there stoodIn an elder in a wood;Called Melmillo -- flew off three,Leaving thirty in the tree;Called Melmillo -- nine now..
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Mistletoe
Sitting under the mistletoe(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),One last candle burning low,All the sleepy dancers gone,Just one candle burning on,Shadows..
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The Sleeper
As Ann came in one summer's day,She felt that she must creep,So silent was the clear cool house,It seemed a house of sleep.And sure, when she pushed..
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Tom's Little Dog
Tom told his dog called Tim to beg,And up at once he sat,His two clear amber eyes fixed fast,His haunches on his mat.Tom poised a lump of sugar onHis..
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The Fool Rings His Bells (MOTLEY)
Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee;And thou, poor Innocency;And Love - a lad with broken wing;Apnd Pity, too;The Fool shall sing to you,As Fools..
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Napoleon
'What is the world, O soldiers?It is I:I, this incessant snow,This northern sky;Soldiers, this solitudeThrough which we goIs I.'
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Miss Loo
When thin-strewn memory I look through,I see most clearly poor Miss Loo,Her tabby cat, her cage of birds,Her nose, her hair -- her muffled words,And..
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The Scribe
What lovely thingsThy hand hath made:The smooth-plumed birdIn its emerald shade,The seed of the grass,The speck of the stoneWhich the wayfaring..
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Alexander
It was the Great Alexander,Capped with a golden helm,Sate in the ages, in his floating ship,In a dead calm.Voices of sea-maids singingWandered across..
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Winter Dusk
Dark frost was in the air without,The dusk was still with cold and gloom,When less than even a shadow cameAnd stood within the room.But the three..
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Why?
Ever, everStir and shiverThe reeds and rushesBy the river:Ever, ever,As if in dream,The lone moon's silverSleeks the stream.What old sorrow,What lost..
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The Mocking Fairy
'Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'Quoth the Fairy, nidding, nodding in the garden;'Can't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'Quoth..
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The Keys Of Morning
While at her bedroom window once,Learning her task for school,Little Louisa lonely satIn the morning clear and cool,She slanted her small bead-brown..
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The Huntsmen
Three jolly gentlemen,In coats of red,Rode their horsesUp to bed.Three jolly gentlemenSnored till morn,Their horses champingThe golden corn.Three..
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Wanderers
Wide are the meadows of night,And daisies are shinng there,Tossing their lovely dews,Lustrous and fair;And through these sweet fields go,Wanderers..
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Martha
"Once...Once upon a time..."Over and over again,Martha would tell us her stories,In the hazel glen.Hers were those clear gray eyesYou watch, and the..
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Fare Well
When I lie where shades of darknessShall no more assail mine eyes,Nor the rain make lamentationWhen the wind sighs;How will fare the world whose..
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When The Rose Is Faded
When the rose is faded,Memory may still dwell onHer beauty shadowed,And the sweet smell gone.That vanishing loveliness,That burdening breath,No bond..
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How Sleep The Brave
Bitterly, England must thou grieve —Though none of these poor men who diedBut did within his soul believeThat death for thee was glorified.Ever they..
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Good-Bye
The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye -The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge,The last thin rumour of a feeble bell far ringing,The..
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At Ease
Most wounds can Time repair;But some are mortal -- these:For a broken heart there is no balm,No cure for a heart at ease --At ease, but cold as..
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The Song Of Shadows
"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician,With thy long lean hand;Downward the starry tapers burn,Sinks soft the waning sand;The old hound whimpers couched..
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Snow
No breath of wind,No gleam of sun –Still the white snowWhirls softly downTwig and boughAnd blade and thornAll in an icyQuiet, forlorn.Whispering..
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