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").
I Reason, Earth Is Short
301I reason, Earth is short—And Anguish—absolute—And many hurt,But, what of that?I reason, we could die—The best VitalityCannot excel Decay,But, what..
© Emily Dickinson
Alas! What Boots The Long Laborious Quest
ALAS! what boots the long laborious questOf moral prudence, sought through good and ill;Or pains abstruse-to elevate the will,And lead us on to that..
© William Wordsworth
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
. With an incident in which he was concernedIn the sweet shire of Cardigan,Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,An old Man dwells, a little man,--'Tis..
© William Wordsworth
On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic
ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee; And was the safeguard of the West: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth,Venice, the..
© William Wordsworth
The Forsaken
The peace which other seek they find;The heaviest storms not longet last;Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mindAn amnesty for what is past;When..
© William Wordsworth
On The Departure Of Sir Walter Scott From Abbotsford
. A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,Nor of the setting sun's pathetic lightEngendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height:Spirits of Power..
© William Wordsworth
With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Sky
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky,"How silently, and with how wan a face!"Where art thou? Thou so often seen on highRunning among the..
© William Wordsworth
To A Sky-Lark
Up with me! up with me into the clouds!For thy song, Lark, is strong;Up with me, up with me into the clouds!Singing, singing,With clouds and sky..
© William Wordsworth
Fidelity
A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears,A cry as of a dog or fox;He halts--and searches with his eyesAmong the scattered rocks:And now at distance can..
© William Wordsworth
The Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman
Before I see another day,Oh let my body die away!In sleep I heard the northern gleams;The stars, they were among my dreams;In rustling conflict..
© William Wordsworth
October, 1803
. These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the airWith words of apprehension and despair:While tens of..
© William Wordsworth
Written In Germany, On One Of The Coldest Days Of The Century
A plague on your languages, German and Norse!Let me have the song of the kettle;And the tongs and the poker, instead of that horseThat gallops away..
© William Wordsworth
With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled
WITH ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;Some lying fast at anchor in the road,Some veering up and..
© William Wordsworth
Address To My Infant Daughter, Dora On Being Reminded That She Was A Month Old That Day, September 1
HAST thou then survived-Mild Offspring of infirm humanity,Meek Infant! among all forlornest thingsThe most forlorn-one life of that bright star,The..
© William Wordsworth
England Iii
GREAT men have been among us; hands that penn'd And tongues that utter'd wisdom--better none: The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington,Young Vane..
© William Wordsworth
Remembrance Of Collins
Composed upon the Thames near RichmondGlide gently, thus for ever glide,O Thames! that other bards may seeAs lovely visions by thy sideAs now, fair..
© William Wordsworth
England Iv
IT is not to be thought of that the flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquityHath flow'd, 'with..
© William Wordsworth
Speak!
WHY art thou silent! Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair?Is there no debt to..
© William Wordsworth
Artegal And Elidure
WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?Gone like a morning dream, or like a pileOf clouds that in..
© William Wordsworth
It Is Not To Be Thought Of
. It is not to be thought of that the FloodOf British freedom, which, to the open seaOf the world's praise, from dark antiquityHath flowed, "with..
© William Wordsworth
The Old Cumberland Beggar
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;And he was seated, by the highway side,On a low structure of rude masonryBuilt at the foot of a huge hill, that..
© William Wordsworth
I Know An Old Man Constrained To Dwell
I know an aged Man constrained to dwellIn a large house of public charity,Where he abides, as in a Prisoner's cell,With numbers near, alas! no..
© William Wordsworth
Admonition
WELL may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening eye!The lovely Cottage in the guardian nookHath stirred thee deeply; with its own dear brook,Its own..
© William Wordsworth
Ode, Composed On A May Morning
While from the purpling east departsThe star that led the dawn,Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,For May is on the lawn.A quickening hope, a..
© William Wordsworth
England I
O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drestFor show; mean..
© William Wordsworth