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").
A Moment Of Happiness
A moment of happiness,you and I sitting on the verandah,apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.We feel the flowing water of life here,you and I..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Youth And Age. (Sonnet Iii.)
Oh give me back the days when loose and freeTo my blind passion were the curb and rein,Oh give me back the angelic face again,With which all virtue..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Woodstock Park
Here in a little rustic hermitageAlfred the Saxon King, Alfred the Great,Postponed the cares of king-craft to translateThe Consolations of the Roman..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Whither? (From The German Of Müller)
I heard a brooklet gushingFrom its rocky fountain near,Down into the valley rushing,So fresh and wondrous clear.I know not what came o'er me,Nor who..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Weariness. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
O little feet! that such long yearsMust wander on through hopes and fears,Must ache and bleed beneath your load;I, nearer to the wayside innWhere..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wapentake
To Alfred TennysonPoet! I come to touch thy lance with mine;Not as a knight, who on the listed fieldOf tourney touched his adversary's shieldIn token..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe)
I.Thou that from the heavens art,Every pain and sorrow stillest,And the doubly wretched heartDoubly with refreshment fillest,I am weary with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Walter Von Der Vogel Weid
Vogelweid the Minnesinger,When he left this world of ours,Laid his body in the cloister,Under Wurtzburg's minster towers.And he gave the monks his..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Vox Populi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
When Mazarvan the MagicianJourneyed westward through Cathay,Nothing heard he but the praisesOf Badoura on his way.But the lessening rumor endedWhen..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night : The Reaper And The Flowers
There is a Reaper whose name is Death,And, with his sickle keen,He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,And the flowers that grow between.'Shall I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars
The night is come, but not too soon;And sinking silently,All silently, the little moonDrops down behind the sky.There is no light in earth or..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night : The Beleaguered City
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,Some legend strange and vague,That a midnight host of spectres paleBeleaguered the walls of Prague.Beside..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night : Prelude
Pleasant it was, when woods were green,And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene,Where, the long drooping boughs betweenShadows dark..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night : Midnight Mass For The Dying Year
Yes, the Year is growing old,And his eye is pale and bleared!Death, with frosty hand and cold,Plucks the old man by the beard,Sorely, sorely!The..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night : L'Envoi
Ye voices, that aroseAfter the Evening's close,And whispered to my restless heart repose!Go, breathe it in the earOf all who doubt and fear,And say..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night : Hymn To The Night
Aspasie, trillistos.I heard the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls!I saw her sable skirts all fringed with lightFrom the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night : 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
Voices Of The Night : Flowers
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,One who dwelleth by the Castle Rhine,When he called the flowers, so blue and goldenStars, that in the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night : A Psalm Of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream! -For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voices Of The Night
PRELUDE.Pleasant it was, when woods were green,And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene,Where, the long drooping boughs..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Vittoria Colonna
Once more, once more, Inarimé,I see thy purple hills!--once moreI hear the billows of the bayWash the white pebbles on thy shore.High o'er the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Virgil's First Eclogue
MELIBOEUS.Tityrus, thou in the shade of a spreading beech-tree reclining,Meditatest, with slender pipe, the Muse of the woodlands.We our country's..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Village Blacksmith, The
Under a spreading chestnut treeThe village smithy stands;The Smith, a mighty man is he,With large and sinewy hands;And the muscles of his brawny..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Under the walls of MontereyAt daybreak the bugles began to play,Victor Galbraith!In the mist of the morning damp and gray,These were the words they..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow