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 Artist. (Sonnet I.)
Nothing the greatest artist can conceiveThat every marble block doth not confineWithin itself; and only its designThe hand that follows intellect can..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Arsenal At Springfield
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;But front their silent pipes no anthem pealingStartles the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Arrow And The Song
I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where;For, so swiftly it flew, the sightCould not follow it in its flight.I breathed a song..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Angler's Song
From the river's plashy bank,Where the sedge grows green and rank,And the twisted woodbine springs,Upward speeds the morning larkTo its silver cloud..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Angel And The Child. (From Jean Reboul, The Baker Of Nismes)
An angel with a radiant face,Above a cradle bent to look,Seemed his own image there to trace,As in the waters of a brook.'Dear child! who me..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thanksgiving
When first in ancient time, from Jubal's tongueThe tuneful anthem filled the morning air,To sacred hymnings and elysian songHis music-breathing sehll..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thangbrand The Priest
Short of stature, large of limb,Burly face and russet beard,All the women stared at him,When in Iceland he appeared."Look!" they said,With nodding..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tegner's Drapa
Heard a voice, that cried,"Balder the BeautifulIs dead, is dead!"And through the misty airPassed like the mournful cryOf sunward sailing cranes.I saw..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : The Theologian's Tale; The Legend Beautiful
'Hads't thou stayed, I must have fled!'That is what the Vision said.In his chamber all alone,Kneeling on the floor of stone,Prayed the Monk in deep..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part. 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Vi. -- The Wraith Of Odin
The guests were loud, the ale was strong,King Olaf feasted late and long;The hoary Scalds together sang;O'erhead the smoky rafters rang.Dead rides..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Theologian's Tale; Elizabeth
'Ah, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!In the old country the twilight is longer; but here in the forestSuddenly comes the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Student's Tale; Emma And Eginhard
When Alcuin taught the sons of Charlemagne,In the free schools of Aix, how kings should reign,And with them taught the children of the poorHow..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Spanish Jew's Tale; Azrael
King Solomon, before his palace gateAt evening, on the pavement tessellateWas walking with a stranger from the East,Arrayed in rich attire as for a..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Spanish Jew's Second Tale; Scanderbeg
The battle is fought and wonBy King Ladislaus, the Hun,In fire of hell and death's frost,On the day of Pentecost.And in rout before his pathFrom the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Sicilian's Tale; The Monk Of Casal-Maggiore
Once on a time, some centuries ago,In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friarsWended their weary way, with footsteps slowBack to their convent, whose..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Poet's Tale; Charlemagne
Olger the Dane and Desiderio,King of the Lombards, on a lofty towerStood gazing northward o'er the rolling plains,League after league of harvests, to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Musician's Tale; The Mother's Ghost
Svend Dyring he rideth adown the glade;I myself was young!There he hath wooed him so winsome a maid;Fair words gladden so many a heart.Together were..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Landlord's Tale; The Rhyme Of Sir Christopher
It was Sir Christopher Gardiner,Knight of the Holy Sepulchre,From Merry England over the sea,Who stepped upon this continentAs if his august presence..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Prelude
The evening came; the golden vaneA moment in the sunset glanced,Then darkened, and then gleamed again,As from the east the moon advancedAnd touched..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Vii.
Touched by the pathos of these rhymes,The Theologian said: 'All praiseBe to the ballads of old timesAnd to the bards of simple ways,Who walked with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Vi.
'Now that is after my own heart,'The Poet cried; 'one understandsYour swarthy hero Scanderbeg,Gauntlet on hand and boot on leg,And skilled in every..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude V.
Signor Luigi,' said the Jew,When the Sicilian's tale was told,'The were-wolf is a legend old,But the were-ass is something new,And yet for one I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Iv.
'A pleasant and a winsome tale,'The Student said, 'though somewhat paleAnd quiet in its coloring,As if it caught its tone and airFrom the gray suits..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Iii.
Thus ran the Student's pleasant rhymeOf Eginhard and love and youth;Some doubted its historic truth,But while they doubted, ne'erthelessSaw in it..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Ii.
Well pleased all listened to the tale,That drew, the Student said, its pithAnd marrow from the ancient mythOf some one with an iron flail;Or that..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow