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").
In The Harbour: Auf Wiedersehen
Until we meet again! That is the meaningOf the familiar words, that men repeatAt parting in the street.Ah yes, till then! but when death..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran)
At La Chaudeau,--'tis long since then:I was young,--my years twice ten;All things smiled on the happy boy,Dreams of love and songs of joy,Azure of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: A Quiet Life. (From The French)
Let him who will, by force or fraud innate,Of courtly grandeurs gain the slippery height;I, leaving not the home of my delight,Far from the world and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death, courage, struggle, poetry
Awake! arise! the hour is late!Angels are knocking at thy door!They are in haste and cannot wait,And once departed come no more.Awake! arise! the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Habour: Victor And Vanquished
As one who long hath fled with panting breathBefore his foe, bleeding and near to fall,I turn and set my back against the wall,And look thee in the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Churchyard At Tarrytown
Here lies the gentle humorist, who diedIn the bright Indian Summer of his fame!A simple stone, with but a date and name,Marks his secluded..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Churchyard At Cambridge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
In the village churchyard she lies,Dust is in her beautiful eyes,No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs;At her feet and at her headLies a slave..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Il Ponte Vecchio Di Firenze
Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio sono;Cinquecent' anni giá sull' Arno piantoIl piede, come il suo Michele SantoPiantó sul draco. Mentre ch' io..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day
I heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweet the words repeatOf peace on earth, good will to men.I thought..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hymn To The Night
I heard the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls!I saw her sable skirts all fringed with lightFrom the celestial walls!I felt..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski's Banner
When the dying flame of dayThrough the chancel shot its ray,Far the glimmering tapers shedFaint light on the cowled head;And the censer burning..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hymn For My Brother's Ordination
Christ to the young man said: 'Yet one thing more;If thou wouldst perfect be,Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,And come and follow..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Holidays
The holiest of all holidays are thoseKept by ourselves in silence and apart;The secret anniversaries of the heart,When the full river of feeling..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Wooing
"As unto the bow the cord is,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him, yet she follows;Useless each without..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,How the handsome YenadizzeDanced at Hiawatha's wedding;How the gentle Chibiabos,He the sweetest of musicians,Sang..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Sailing
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!Growing by the rushing river,Tall and stately in the valley!I a light canoe..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Lamentation
In those days the Evil Spirits,All the Manitos of mischief,Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom,And his love for Chibiabos,Jealous of their faithful..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Friends
Two good friends had Hiawatha,Singled out from all the others,Bound to him in closest union,And to whom he gave the right handOf his heart, in joy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Fishing
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,On the shining Big-Sea-Water,With his fishing-line of cedar,Of the twisted bark of cedar,Forth to catch the sturgeon..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Fasting
You shall hear how HiawathaPrayed and fasted in the forest,Not for greater skill in hunting,Not for greater craft in fishing,Not for triumphs in the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Departure
By the shore of Gitche Gumee,By the shining Big-Sea-Water,At the doorway of his wigwam,In the pleasant Summer morning,Hiawatha stood and waited.All..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Childhood
Downward through the evening twilight,In the days that are forgotten,In the unremembered ages,From the full moon fell Nokomis,Fell the beautiful..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather
On the shores of Gitche Gumee,Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,Stood Nokomis, the old woman,Pointing with her finger westward,O'er the water pointing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis
Out of childhood into manhoodNow had grown my Hiawatha,Skilled in all the craft of hunters,Learned in all the lore of old men,In all youthful sports..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hermes Trismegistus
Still through Egypt's desert placesFlows the lordly Nile,From its banks the great stone facesGaze with patient smile.Still the pyramids..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow