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").

Helen Of Tyre

What phantom is this that appearsThrough the purple mist of the years,Itself but a mist like these?A woman of cloud and of fire;It is she; it is..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Haunted Houses. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

All houses wherein men have lived and diedAre haunted houses. Through the open doorsThe harmless phantoms on their errands glide,With feet that make..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Haroun Al Raschid

One day, Haroun Al Raschid readA book wherein the poet said:--"Where are the kings, and where the restOf those who once the world possessed?"They're..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Good Part, That Shall Not Be Taken Away, The

She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,In valleys green and cool;And all her hope and all her prideAre in the village school.Her soul, like the..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

God's-Acre

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which callsThe burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just;It consecrates each grave within its walls,And breathes a..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Garfield

'E venni dal martirio a questa pace.'These words the poet heard in Paradise,Uttered by one who, bravely dying here,In the true faith was living in..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

From The Spanish Cancioneros

I.Eyes so tristful, eyes so tristful,Heart so full of care and cumber,I was lapped in rest and slumber,Ye have made me wakeful, wistful!In this life..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Frithiof's Temptation. (From The Swedish)

Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, and smiles the sun,And the loosened torrents downward, singing, to the ocean run;Glowing like..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Frithiof's Homestead. (From The Swedish)

Three miles extended around the fields of the homestead, on three sidesValleys and mountains and hills, but on the fourth side was the ocean.Birch..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Friar Lubin. (From The French)

To gallop off to town post-haste,So oft, the times I cannot tell;To do vile deed, nor feel disgraced,--Friar Lubin will do it well.But a sober life..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Four Winds, The

"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"Cried the warriors, cried the old men,When he came in triumph homewardWith the sacred Belt of Wampum,From the regions of..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Forsaken. (From The German)

Something the heart must have to cherish,Must love and joy and sorrow learn,Something with passion clasp, or perish,And in itself to ashes burn.So to..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Footsteps Of Angels

When the hours of Day are numbered,And the voices of the NightWake the better soul, that slumbered,To a holy, calm delight;Ere the evening lamps are..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flowers-De-Luce: Noël

Quand les astres de NoëlBrillaient, palpitaient au ciel,Six gaillards, et chacun ivre,Chantaient gaiment dans le givre,'Bons amis,Allons donc chez..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flowers

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,Stars, that in..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow

'Tis late at night, and in the realm of sleepMy little lambs are folded like the flocks;From room to room I hear the wakeful clocksChallenge the..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: The Wind Over The Chimney

See, the fire is sinking low,Dusky red the embers glow,While above them still I cower,While a moment more I linger,Though the clock, with lifted..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: The Bridge Of Cloud

Burn, O evening hearth, and wakenPleasant visions, as of old!Though the house by winds be shaken,Safe I keep this room of gold!Ah, no longer wizard..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant

O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn!From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted,Your..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis

I lay upon the headland-height, and listenedTo the incessant sobbing of the seaIn caverns under me,And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: Killed At The Ford

He is dead, the beautiful youth,The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,He, the life and light of us all,Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call,Whom..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: Hawthorne

How beautiful it was, that one bright dayIn the long week of rain!Though all its splendor could not chase awayThe omnipresent pain.The lovely town..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: Giotto's Tower

How many lives, made beautiful and sweetBy self-devotion and by self-restraint,Whose pleasure is to run without complaintOn unknown errands of the..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: Divina Commedia

I.Oft have I seen at some cathedral doorA laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,Lay down his burden, and with reverent feetEnter, and cross himself..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: Christmas Bells

I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!And thought..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow