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").
Fire. (Sonnet Ii.)
Not without fire can any workman mouldThe iron to his preconceived design,Nor can the artist without fire refineAnd purify from all its dross the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fata Morgana
O sweet illusions of songThat tempt me everywhere,In the lonely fields, and the throngOf the crowded thoroughfare!I approach and ye vanish away,I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Famine, The
Oh the long and dreary Winter!Oh the cold and cruel Winter!Ever thicker, thicker, thickerFroze the ice on lake and river,Ever deeper, deeper..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Excelsior
The shades of night were falling fast,As through an Alpine village passedA youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,A banner with the strange..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evening Star, The
Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,Like a fair lady at her casement, shinesThe evening star, the star of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Preface
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,Stand like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. V.
IN that delightful land, which is washed by the Delaware's waters,Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle.Stands on the banks of its..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. Iv.
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down from their jagged..
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Evangeline: Part The Second. Iii.
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,Such as the Druids..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. Ii.
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,Into the golden stream of the broad and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. I.
MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,Bearing a nation, with all its..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The First. V.
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth dayCheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house.Soon o'er the yellow..
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Evangeline: Part The First. Iv.
PLEASANTLY rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pré.Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas,Where the ships, with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The First. Iii.
BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean,Bent, but not broken, by age was the form of the notary public;Shocks of yellow hair..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The First. Ii.
NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.Birds of passage sailed..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The First. I.
IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-PréLay in the fruitful valley. Vast..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Epimetheus, Or The Poet's Afterthought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Have I dreamed? or was it real,What I saw as in a vision,When to marches hymenealIn the land of the IdealMoved my thought o'er Fields Elysian?What!..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Endymion
The rising moon has hid the stars;Her level rays, like golden bars,Lie on the landscape green,With shadows brown between.And silver white the river..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
Under Mount Etna he lies,It is slumber, it is not death;For he struggles at times to arise,And above him the lurid skiesAre hot with his fiery..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Elliot's Oak
Thou ancient oak! whose myriad leaves are loudWith sounds of unintelligible speech,Sounds as of surges on a shingly beach,Or multitudinous murmurs of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter
When winter winds are piercing chill,And through the hawthorn blows the gale,With solemn feet I tread the hill,That overbrows the lonely vale.O'er..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,The wild..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : Sunrise On The Hills
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide archWas glorious with the sun's returning march,And woods were brightened, and soft galesWent forth to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : 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..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : Burial Of The Minnisink
On sunny slope and beechen swell,The shadowed light of evening fell;And, where the maple's leaf was brown,With soft and silent lapse came down,The..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow