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").
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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As I Was Walking
As I was walking,Thyme sweet to my nose,Green grasshoppers talking,Rose rivalling rose:And wing, like amber,Dispread in light,As from bush to..
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Winter
Clouded with snowThe cold winds blow,And shrill on leafless boughThe robin with its burning breastAlone sings now.The rayless sun,Day's journey..
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Off The Ground
Three jolly FarmersOnce bet a poundEach dance the others wouldOff the ground.Out of their coatsThey slipped right soon,And neat and nicesomePut each..
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AUTUMN (November)
There is a wind where the rose was,Cold rain where sweet grass was,And clouds like sheepStream o'er the steepGrey skies where the lark was.Nought..
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Tartary
If I were Lord of Tartary,Myself, and me alone,My bed should be of ivory,Of beaten gold my throne;And in my court should peacocks flaunt,And in my..
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All That's Past
Very old are the woods;And the buds that breakOut of the brier's boughs,When March winds wake,So old with their beauty are--Oh, no man knowsThrough..
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An Epitaph
Here lies a most beautiful lady,Light of step and heart was she;I think she was the most beautiful ladyThat ever was in the West Country.But beauty..
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All But Blind
All but blindIn his chambered hole,Gropes for wormsThe four-clawed mole.All but blindIn the evening sky,The hooded BatTwirls softly by.All but..
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Arabia
Far are the shades of Arabia,Where the Princes ride at noon,'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets,Under the ghost of the moon;And so dark is that..
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A Song Of Enchantment
A song of Enchantment I sang me there,In a green-green wood, by waters fair,Just as the words came up to meI sang it under the wild wood..
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Alone
The abode of the nightingale is bare,Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air,The fox howls from his frozen lair:Alas, my loved one is gone,I am..
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Bones
Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannotTell you, Dr. Jones—The most peculiar pain I’m in—I think it’s in my bones.”Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith,That’s..
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Nicholas Nye
Thistle and darnell and dock grew there,And a bush, in the corner, of may,On the orchard wall I used to sprawlIn the blazing heat of the day;Half..
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The Ghost
Peace in thy hands,Peace in thine eyes,Peace on thy brow;Flower of a moment in the eternal hour,Peace with me now.Not a wave breaks,Not a bird..
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Music
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened..
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