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").
Sweet&Mdash;You Forgot&Mdash;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
'Twas Warm—at First—like Us
519'Twas warm—at first—like Us—Until there crept uponA Chill—like frost upon a Glass—Till all the scene—be gone.The Forehead copied Stone—The Fingers..
© Emily Dickinson
Experience Is The Angled Road
910Experience is the Angled RoadPreferred against the MindBy—Paradox—the Mind itself—Presuming it to leadQuite Opposite—How ComplicateThe Discipline..
© Emily Dickinson
My Friend Must Be A Bird
92My friend must be a Bird—Because it flies!Mortal, my friend must be,Because it dies!Barbs has it, like a Bee!Ah, curious friend!Thou puzzlest me!
© Emily Dickinson
A Complaint
There is a change- and I am poor;Your love hath been, nor long ago,A fountain at my fond heart's door,Whose only business was to flow;And flow it..
© William Wordsworth
A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,A rude and natural causeway, interposedBetween the water and a winding slopeOf copse and thicket, leaves..
© William Wordsworth
Soto! Explore Thyself!
832Soto! Explore thyself!Therein thyself shalt findThe "Undiscovered Continent"—No Settler had the Mind.
© Emily Dickinson
You Love The Lord—you Cannot See
487You love the Lord—you cannot see—You write Him—every day—A little note—when you awake—And further in the Day.An Ample Letter—How you miss—And..
© Emily Dickinson
A Night-Piece
The sky is overcastWith a continuous cloud of texture close,Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,Which through that veil is indistinctly..
© William Wordsworth
Sweet, To Have Had Them Lost
901Sweet, to have had them lostFor news that they be saved—The nearer they departed UsThe nearer they, restored,Shall stand to Our Right Hand—Most..
© Emily Dickinson
It Knew No Medicine
559It knew no Medicine—It was not Sickness—then—Nor any need of Surgery—And therefore—'twas not Pain—It moved away the Cheeks—A Dimple at a time—And..
© Emily Dickinson
Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey
Five years have past; five summers, with the lengthOf five long winters! and again I hearThese waters, rolling from their mountain-springsWith a soft..
© William Wordsworth
The Solitary Reaper
Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the..
© William Wordsworth
Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,Is cropping audibly his later..
© William Wordsworth
The World Is Too Much With Us; Late And Soon
The world is too much with us; late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:Little we see in Nature that is ours;We have given our..
© William Wordsworth
She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,Maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love:A violet by a mossy stoneHalf..
© William Wordsworth
A Night Thought
Lo! where the Moon along the skySails with her happy destiny;Oft is she hid from mortal eyeOr dimly seen,But when the clouds asunder flyHow bright..
© William Wordsworth
A Character
I marvel how Nature could ever find spaceFor so many strange contrasts in one human face:There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and..
© William Wordsworth
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils)
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake..
© William Wordsworth
I Gave Myself To Him
580I gave myself to Him—And took Himself, for Pay,The solemn contract of a LifeWas ratified, this way—The Wealth might disappoint—Myself a poorer..
© Emily Dickinson
One Year Ago—jots What?
296One Year ago—jots what?God—spell the word! I—can't—Was't Grace? Not that—Was't Glory? That—will do—Spell slower—Glory—Such Anniversary shall..
© Emily Dickinson
Fame Of Myself, To Justify
713Fame of Myself, to justify,All other Plaudit beSuperfluous—An IncenseBeyond Necessity—Fame of Myself to lack—AlthoughMy Name be else Supreme—This..
© Emily Dickinson
It Is A Lonesome Glee
774It is a lonesome Glee—Yet sanctifies the Mind—With fair association—Afar upon the WindA Bird to overhearDelight without a Cause—Arrestless as..
© Emily Dickinson
It Is A Lonesome Glee
774It is a lonesome Glee—Yet sanctifies the Mind—With fair association—Afar upon the WindA Bird to overhearDelight without a Cause—Arrestless as..
© Emily Dickinson
It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow
584It ceased to hurt me, though so slowI could not feel the Anguish go—But only knew by looking back—That something—had benumbed the Track—Nor when..
© Emily Dickinson