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").
Earlier Poems : Autumn
With what a glory comes and goes the year!The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingersOf sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoyLife's newness, and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : An April Day
When the warm sun, that bringsSeed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springsThe first flower of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Drinking Song
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER,Come, old friend! sit down and listen!From the pitcher, placed between us,How the waters laugh and glistenIn the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Discoverer Of The North Cape. A Leaf From King Alfred's Orosius. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Othere, the old sea-captain,Who dwelt in Helgoland,To King Alfred, the Lover of Truth,Brought a snow-white walrus-tooth,Which he held in his brown..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dirge Over A Nameless Grave
By yon still river, where the waveIs winding slow at evening's close,The beech, upon a nameless grave,Its sadly-moving shadow throws.O'er the fair..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Delia. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,But..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Death Of Kwasind, The
Far and wide among the nationsSpread the name and fame of Kwasind;No man dared to strive with Kwasind,No man could compete with Kwasind.But the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Death Of Archbishop Turpin. (From The French)
The Archbishop, whom God loved in high degree,Beheld his wounds all bleeding fresh and free;And then his cheek more ghastly grew and wan,And a faint..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daylight And Moonlight
In broad daylight, and at noon,Yesterday I saw the moonSailing high, but faint and white,As a schoolboy's paper kite.In broad daylight, yesterday,I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daybreak. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
A wind came up out of the sea,And said, 'O mists, make room for me.'It hailed the ships, and cried, 'Sail on,Ye mariners, the night is gone.'And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Day Is Done, The
The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dante
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom,With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes,Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise,Like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Curfew
I.Solemnly, mournfully,Dealing its dole,The Curfew BellIs beginning to toll.Cover the embers,And put out the light;Toil comes with the morning,And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and gone,And death comes softly stealing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Consolation. (To M. Duperrier, Gentleman Of Aix In Provence, On The Death Of His Daughter)
Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow be eternal?And shall the sad discourseWhispered within thy heart, by tenderness paternal,Only augment its force?Thy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Columbus. (A Translation From Schiller)
Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit witlings deride thee,And the steersman drop idly his hand at the helm;Ever, ever to westward! There must the coast be..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Children
Come to me, O ye children!For I hear you at your play,And the questions that perplexed meHave vanished quite away.Ye open the eastern windows,That..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Childhood. (From The Danish)
There was a time when I was very small,When my whole frame was but an ell in height;Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall,And therefore I recall it..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Chaucer
An old man in a lodge within a park;The chamber walls depicted all aroundWith portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound,And the hurt deer. He..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Charles Sumner. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Garlands upon his graveAnd flowers upon his hearse,And to the tender heart and braveThe tribute of this verse.His was the troubled life,The conflict..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Changed. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
From the outskirts of the townWhere of old the mile-stone stood,Now a stranger, looking downI behold the shadowy crownOf the dark and haunted wood.Is..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Catawba Wine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
This song of mineIs a Song of the Vine,To be sung by the glowing embersOf wayside inns,When the rain beginsTo darken the drear Novembers.It is not a..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Castles In Spain. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
How much of my young heart, O Spain,Went out to thee in days of yore!What dreams romantic filled my brain,And summoned back to life againThe Paladins..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Carillon
In the ancient town of Bruges,In the quaint old Flemish city,As the evening shades descended,Low and loud and sweetly blended,Low at times and loud..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow