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").
Nature
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,Leads by the hand her little child to bed,Half willing, half reluctant to be led,And leave his broken..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My Secret. (From The French Of Felix Arvers)
My soul its secret hath, my life too hath its mystery,A love eternal in a moment's space conceived;Hopeless the evil is, I have not told its..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful townThat is seated by the sea;Often in thought go up and downThe pleasant streets of that dear old town,And my youth..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My Books
Sadly as some old mediaeval knightGazed at the arms he could no longer wield,The sword two-handed and the shining shieldSuspended in the hall, and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Musings
I sat by my window one night,And watched how the stars grew high;And the earth and skies were a splendid sightTo a sober and musing eye.From heaven..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mr. Finney's Turnip
Mr. Finney had a turnip,And it grew, and it grew,And it grew behind the barn,And the turnip did no harm.And it grew, and it grew,Till it could grow..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morituri Salutamus: Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.'O Cæsar, we who are about to dieSalute..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Moonlight
As a pale phantom with a lampAscends some ruin's haunted stair,So glides the moon along the dampMysterious chambers of the air.Now hidden in cloud..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Moods
Oh that a Song would sing itself to meOut of the heart of Nature, or the heartOf man, the child of Nature, not of Art,Fresh as the morning, salt as..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Monte Cassino. Terra Di Lavoro. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Beautiful valley! through whose verdant meadsUnheard the Garigliano glides along;--The Liris, nurse of rushes and of reeds,The river taciturn of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Milton
I pace the sounding sea-beach and beholdHow the voluminous billows roll and run,Upheaving and subsiding, while the sunShines through their sheeted..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Midnight Mass For The Dying Year
Yes, the Year is growing old,And his eye is pale and bleared!Death, with frosty hand and cold,Plucks the old man by the beard,Sorely, sorely!The..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mezzo Cammin
Half of my life is gone, and I have letThe years slip from me and have not fulfilledThe aspiration of my youth, to buildSome tower of song with lofty..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Memories
Oft I remember those I have knownIn other days, to whom my heart was leadAs by a magnet, and who are not dead,But absent, and their memories..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Maidenhood
Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes,In whose orbs a shadow liesLike the dusk in evening skies!Thou whose locks outshine the sun,Golden tresses..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mad River, In The White Mountains
TRAVELLERWhy dost thou wildly rush and roar,Mad River, O Mad River?Wilt thou not pause and cease to pourThy hurrying, headlong waters o'erThis rocky..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Loss And Gain
When I compareWhat I have lost with what I have gained,What I have missed with what attained,Little room do I find for pride.I am awareHow many days..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Light Of Stars, The
The night is come, but not too soon;And sinking silently,All silently, the little moonDrops down behind the sky.There is no light in earth or..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
L'Envoi
Ye voices, that aroseAfter the Evening's close,And whispered to my restless heart repose!Go, breathe it in the earOf all who doubt and fear,And say..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ladder Of St. Augustine, The
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,That of our vices we can frameA ladder, if we will but treadBeneath our feet each deed of shame!All common..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
King Trisanku
Viswamitra the Magician,By his spells and incantations,Up to Indra's realms elysianRaised Trisanku, king of nations.Indra and the gods offendedHurled..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
King Trisanku
Viswamitra the Magician,By his spells and incantations,Up to Indra's realms elysianRaised Trisanku, king of nations.Indra and the gods offendedHurled..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
King Christian, A National Song Of Denmark. (From The Danish Of Johannes Evald)
King Christian stood by the lofty mastIn mist and smoke;His sword was hammering so fast,Through Gothic helm and brain it passed;Then sank each..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Kéramos
Turn, turn, my wheel? Turn round and roundWithout a pause, without a sound:So spins the flying world away!This clay, well mixed with marl and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Keats
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told!The solemn grove uplifts its shield of goldTo the red..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow