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").
Memory
A pen--to register; a key--That winds through secret wardsAre well assigned to MemoryBy allegoric Bards.As aptly, also, might be givenA Pencil to her..
© William Wordsworth
A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School
A poet! - He hath put his heart to school,Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staffWhich art hath lodged within his hand- must laughBy precept only..
© William Wordsworth
Lucy Gray, Or Solitude
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:And, when I crossed the wild,I chanced to see at break of dayThe solitary child.No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;She dwelt..
© William Wordsworth
A Wren's Nest
AMONG the dwellings framed by birdsIn field or forest with nice care,Is none that with the little Wren'sIn snugness may compare.No door the tenement..
© William Wordsworth
There Is An Eminence,--Of These Our Hills
There is an Eminence,--of these our hillsThe last that parleys with the setting sun;We can behold it from our orchard-seat;And, when at evening we..
© William Wordsworth
By The Seaside
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives,Only a..
© William Wordsworth
A Morning Exercise
FANCY, who leads the pastimes of the glad,Full oft is pleased a wayward dart to throw;Sending sad shadows after things not sad,Peopling the harmless..
© William Wordsworth
Written In March
The cock is crowing,The stream is flowing,The small birds twitter,The lake doth glitterThe green field sleeps in the sun;The oldest and youngestAre..
© William Wordsworth
We Are Seven
A Simple Child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death?I met a little cottage Girl:She..
© William Wordsworth
Sown In Dishonor
62"Sown in dishonor"!Ah! Indeed!May this "dishonor" be?If I were half so fine myselfI'd notice nobody!"Sown in corruption"!Not so fast!Apostle is..
© Emily Dickinson
A Poet's Epitaph
Art thou a Statist in the vanOf public conflicts trained and bred?- First learn to love one living man;'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.A..
© William Wordsworth
Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered
523Sweet—You forgot—but I rememberedEvery time—for Two—So that the Sum be never hinderedThrough Decay of You—Say if I erred? Accuse my..
© Emily Dickinson
Strong Draughts Of Their Refreshing Minds
711Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing MindsTo drink—enables MineThrough Desert or the WildernessAs bore it Sealed Wine—To go elastic—Or as OneThe..
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch
414'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,That nearer, every Day,Kept narrowing its boiling WheelUntil the AgonyToyed coolly with the final inchOf your..
© Emily Dickinson
Ode On Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood
The Child is father of the Man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.IThere was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,The..
© William Wordsworth
Give Little Anguish
310Give little Anguish—Lives will fret—Give Avalanches—And they'll slant—Straighten—look cautious for their Breath—But make no syllable—like..
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died
445'Twas just this time, last year, I died.I know I heard the Corn,When I was carried by the Farms—It had the Tassels on—I thought how yellow it..
© Emily Dickinson
Is It True, Dear Sue?
218Is it true, dear Sue?Are there two?I shouldn't like to comeFor fear of joggling Him!If I could shut him upIn a Coffee Cup,Or tie him to a pinTill..
© Emily Dickinson
A Farewell
FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,Thou rocky corner in the lowest stairOf that magnificent temple which doth boundOne side of our whole..
© William Wordsworth
I Cannot Live With You (No. 640)
I cannot live with You--It would be Life--And Life is over there--Behind the ShelfThe Sexton keeps the Key to--Putting upOur Life--His..
© Emily Dickinson
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth, like a..
© William Wordsworth
Glee—the Great Storm Is Over
619Glee—The great storm is over—Four—have recovered the Land—Forty—gone down together—Into the boiling Sand—Ring—for the Scant Salvation—Toll—for the..
© Emily Dickinson
Teach Him—when He Makes The Names
227Teach Him—When He makes the names—Such an one—to say—On his babbling—Berry—lips—As should sound—to me—Were my Ear—as near his nest—As my..
© Emily Dickinson
Good Morning—midnight
425Good Morning—Midnight—I'm coming Home—Day—got tired of Me—How could I—of Him?Sunshine was a sweet place—I liked to stay—But Morn—didn't want..
© Emily Dickinson
She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades
479She dealt her pretty words like Blades—How glittering they shone—And every One unbared a NerveOr wantoned with a Bone—She never deemed—she..
© Emily Dickinson