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").
Canzone
Ah me! ah me! when thinking of the years,The vanished years, alas, I do not findAmong them all one day that was my own!Fallacious hope; desires of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cantos From Dante's Paradiso
(Canto XXIII.)Even as a bird, 'mid the beloved leaves,Quiet upon the nest of her sweet broodThroughout the night, that hideth all things from us,Who..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cadenabbia. Lake Of Como. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaksThe silence of the summer day,As by the loveliest of all lakesI while the idle hours away.I pace the leafy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : Twilight
The twilight is sad and cloudy,The wind blows wild and free,And like the wings of sea-birdsFlash the white caps of the sea.But in the fisherman's..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Secret Of The Sea
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt meAs I gaze upon the sea!All the old romantic legends,All my dreams, come back to me.Sails of silk and ropes of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Lighthouse
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,And on its outer point, some miles away,The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,A pillar of fire by night, of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood
We sat within the farm-house old,Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold,An easy entrance, night and day.Not far..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Evening Star
Lo! in the paintedoriel 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
By The Seaside : Sir Humphrey Gilbert
Southward with fleet of iceSailed the corsair Death;Wild and gast blew the blast,And the east-wind was his breath.His lordly ships of iceGlisten in..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : The Singers
God sent his Singers upon earthWith songs of sadness and of mirth,That they might touch the hearts of men,And bring them back to heaven again.The..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : The Open Window
The old house by the lindensStood silent in the shade,And on the gravelled pathwayThe light and shadow played.I saw the nursery windowsWide open to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : The Builders
All are architects of Fate,Working in these walls of Time;Some with massive deeds and great,Some with ornaments of rhyme.Nothing useless is, or..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : Tegner's Death (Tegner's Drapa)
I heard a voice, that cried,'Balder the BeautifulIs dead, is dead!'And through the misty airPassed like the mournful cryOf sunward sailing cranes.I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An HourGlass
A handful of red sand, from the hot climeOf Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,The minister of Thought.How many weary..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : Resignation
There is no flock, however watched and tended,But one dead lamb is there!There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,But has one vacant chair!The air is..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : King Witlaf's Drinking-Horn
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons,Ere yet his last he breathed,To the merry monks of CroylandHis drinking-horn bequeathed,--That, whenever they sat at..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : Gaspar Becerra
By his evening fire the artistPondered o'er his secret shame;Baffled, weary, and disheartened,Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.'T was an image of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Boston
St. Botolph's Town! Hither across the plainsAnd fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere,There came a Saxon monk, and founded hereA Priory, pillaged by..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Blind Bartimeus
Blind Bartimeus at the gatesOf Jericho in darkness waits;He hears the crowd;--he hears a breathSay, "It is Christ of Nazareth!"And calls, in tones of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Blessing The Cornfields
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha,Of the happy days that followed,In the land of the Ojibways,In the pleasant land and peaceful!Sing the mysteries of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Blessed Are The Dead. (From The German)
O, how blest are ye whose toils are ended!Who, through death, have unto God ascended!Ye have arisenFrom the cares which keep us still in prison.We..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Birds Of Passage
Black shadows fallFrom the lindens tall,That lift aloft their massive wallAgainst the southern sky;And from the realmsOf the shadowy elmsA tide-like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beware! (From The German)
I know a maiden fair to see,Take care!She can both false and friendly be,Beware! Beware!Trust her not,She is fooling thee!She has two eyes, so soft..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beowulf's Expedition To Heort
Thus then, much care-worn,The son of HealfdenSorrowed evermore,Nor might the prudent heroHis woes avert.The war was too hard,Too loath and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow