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 Dead. (From The German Of Stockmann)
How they so softly rest,All they the holy ones,Unto whose dwelling-placeNow doth my soul draw near!How they so softly rest,All in their silent..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Day Is Done
The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of nightAs a feather wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Cumberland
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,On board of the Cumberland sloop-of-war;And at times from the fortress across the bayThe alarum of drums swept..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Cross Of Snow
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,A gentle face -- the face of one long dead --Looks at me from the wall, where round its headThe..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Courtship Of Miles Standish
IMILES STANDISHIn the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the PilgrimsTo and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling,Clad in doublet..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Children's Hour
Between the dark and the daylight,When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day's occupations,That is known as the Children's Hour.I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Children Of The Lord's Supper. (From The Swedish Of Bishop Tegner)
Pentecost, day of rejoicing, had come. The church of the villageGleaming stood in the morning's sheen. On the spire of the bellDecked with a brazen..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Child Asleep. (From The French)
Sweet babe! true portrait of thy father's face,Sleep on the bosom that thy lips have pressed!Sleep, little one; and closely, gently placeThy drowsy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Chamber Over The Gate
Is it so far from theeThou canst no longer see,In the Chamber over the Gate,That old man desolate,Weeping and wailing soreFor his son, who is no..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Challenge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
I have a vague remembranceOf a story, that is toldIn some ancient Spanish legendOr chronicle of old.It was when brave King SanchezWas before Zamora..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
The Celestial Pilot. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Ii.)
And now, behold! as at the approach of morning,Through the gross vapors, Mars grows fiery redDown in the west upon the ocean floor,Appeared to me..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Castle-Builder. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks,A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,And towers that touch..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Castle By The Sea. (From The German Of Uhland)
'Hast thou seen that lordly castle,That Castle by the Sea?Golden and red above itThe clouds float gorgeously.'And fain it would stoop downwardTo the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Building Of The Ship
"Build me straight, O worthy Master!Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,That shall laugh at all disaster,And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!"The..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Brook. (From The Spanish)
Laugh of the mountain! -- lyre of bird and tree!Pomp of the meadow! mirror of the morn!The soul of April, unto whom are bornThe rose and jessamine..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Brook And The Wave. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
The brooklet came from the mountain,As sang the bard of old,Running with feet of silverOver the sands of gold!Far away in the briny oceanThere rolled..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Broken Oar
Once upon Iceland's solitary strandA poet wandered with his book and pen,Seeking some final word, some sweet Amen,Wherewith to close the volume in..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Bridge
I stood on the bridge at midnight,As the clocks were striking the hour,And the moon rose o'er the city,Behind the dark church-tower.I saw her bright..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Boy And The Brook. (Armenian Popular Song, From The Prose Version Of Alishan)
Down from yon distant mountain heightThe brooklet flows through the village street;A boy comes forth to wash his hands,Washing, yes washing, there he..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Blind Girl Of Castel-Cuille. (From The Gascon Of Jasmin)
At the foot of the mountain heightWhere is perched Castel Cuille,When the apple, the plum, and the almond treeIn the plain below were growing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Black Knight. (From The German Of Uhland)
'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,When woods and fields put off all sadness,Thus began the King and spake:So from the hallsOf ancient Hofburgh's..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Bird And The Ship. (From The German Of Müller)
'The rivers rush into the sea,By castle and town they go;The winds behind them merrilyTheir noisy trumpets blow.'The clouds are passing far and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Bells Of San Blas
What say the Bells of San BlasTo the ships that southward passFrom the harbor of Mazatlan?To them it is nothing moreThan the sound of surf on the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Belfrey Of Bruges
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfrey old and brown;Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town.As the summer..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow