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").
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude I.
'O Edrehi, forbear to-nightYour ghostly legends of affright,And let the Talmud rest in peace;Spare us your dismal tales of deathThat almost take away..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Finale
These are the tales those merry guestsTold to each other, well or ill;Like summer birds that lift their crestsAbove the borders of their nestsAnd..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Tale; The Cobbler Of Hagenau
I trust that somewhere and somehowYou all have heard of Hagenau,A quiet, quaint, and ancient townAmong the green Alsatian hills,A place of valleys..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Second Tale; The Baron Of St. Castine
Baron Castine of St. CastineHas left his château in the Pyrenees,And sailed across the western seas.When he went away from his fair demesneThe birds..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Spanish Jew's Tale; Kambalu
Into the city of Kambalu,By the road that leadeth to Ispahan,At the head of his dusty caravan,Laden with treasure from realms afar,Baldacca and Kelat..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Sicilian's Tale; The Bell Of Atri
At Atri in Abruzzo, a small townOf ancient Roman date, but scant renown,One of those little places that have runHalf up the hill, beneath a blazing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Poet's Tale; Lady Wentworth
One hundred years ago, and something more,In Queen Street, Portsmouth, at her tavern door,Neat as a pin, and blooming as a rose,Stood Mistress..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan - Iv.
And now along the horizon's edgeMountains of cloud uprose,Black as with forests underneath,Above their sharp and jagged teethWere white as drifted..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan - Iii.
The cabin windows have grown blankAs eyeballs of the dead;No more the glancing sunbeams burnOn the gilt letters of the stern,But on the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan - Ii.
The jolly skipper paused awhile,And then again began;'There is a Spectre Ship,' quoth he,'A ship of the Dead that sails the sea,And is called the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan - I.
At Stralsund, by the Baltic Sea,Within the sandy bar,At sunset of a summer's day,Ready for sea, at anchor layThe good ship Valdemar.The sunbeams..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Prelude
A cold, uninterrupted rain,That washed each southern window-pane,And made a river of the road;A sea of mist that overflowedThe house, the barns, the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude Vi.
All praised the Legend more or less;Some liked the moral, some the verse;Some thought it better, and some worseThan other legends of the past;Until..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude V
Well pleased the audience heard the tale.The Theologian said: 'Indeed,To praise you there is little need;One almost hears the farmers flailThresh out..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude Iv.
When the long murmur of applauseThat greeted the Musician's layHad slowly buzzed itself away,And the long talk of Spectre ShipsThat followed died..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude Iii.
'What was the end? I am ashamedNot to remember Reynard's fate;I have not read the book of late;Was he not hanged?' the Poet said.The Student gravely..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude Ii.
'I thought before your tale began,'The Student murmured, 'we should haveSome legend written by Judah RavIn his Gemara of Babylon;Or something from..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude I.
'Yes, well your story pleads the causeOf those dumb mouths that have no speech,Only a cry from each to eachIn its own kind, with its own..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Finale
'Nunc plaudite!' the Student cried,When he had finished; 'now applaud,As Roman actors used to sayAt the conclusion of a play;?And rose, and spread..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Theologian's Tale; Torquemada
In the heroic days when FerdinandAnd Isabella ruled the Spanish land,And Torquemada, with his subtle brain,Ruled them, as Grand Inquisitor of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Theologian's Tale; Torquemada
In the heroic days when FerdinandAnd Isabella ruled the Spanish land,And Torquemada, with his subtle brain,Ruled them, as Grand Inquisitor of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Student's Tale; The Falcon Of Ser Federigo
One summer morning, when the sun was hot,Weary with labor in his garden-plot,On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,Ser Federigo sat among the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Spanish Jew's Tale; The Legend Of Rabbi Ben Levi
Rabbi Ben Levi, on the Sabbath, readA volume of the Law, in which it said,'No man shall look upon my face and live.'And as he read, he prayed that..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Sicilian's Tale; King Robert Of Sicily
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope UrbaneAnd Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine,Apparelled in magnificent attire,With retinue of many a knight and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Poet's Tale; The Birds Of Killingworth
It was the season, when through all the landThe merle and mavis build, and building singThose lovely lyrics, written by His hand,Whom Saxon Caedmon..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow