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").
God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird
God gave a loaf to every bird,But just a crumb to me;I dare not eat it, though I starve,--My poignant luxuryTo own it, touch it, prove the featThat..
© Emily Dickinson
And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales
AND is it among rude untutored Dales,There, and there only, that the heart is true?And, rising to repel or to subdue,Is it by rocks and woods that..
© William Wordsworth
From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed
FROM the dark chambers of dejection freed,Spurning the unprofitable yoke of care,Rise, GILLIES, rise; the gales of youth shall bearThy genius forward..
© William Wordsworth
Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802
JONES! as from Calais southward you and IWent pacing side by side, this public WayStreamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day,When faith was..
© William Wordsworth
Composed By The Sea-Side, Near Calais, August 1802
FAIR Star of evening, Splendour of the west,Star of my Country!--on the horizon's brinkThou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sinkOn England's..
© William Wordsworth
Inscriptions In The Ground Of Coleorton, The Seat Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire
THE embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,Will not unwillingly their place resign;If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands,Planted by..
© William Wordsworth
Methought I Saw The Footsteps Of A Throne
METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps of a throneWhich mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud--Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed;But all the..
© William Wordsworth
Composed On The Eve Of The Marriage Of A Friend In The Vale Of Grasmere
WHAT need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay,These humble nuptials to proclaim or grace?Angels of love, look down upon the place;Shed on the chosen..
© William Wordsworth
Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer
Is there a power that can sustain and cheerThe captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom,Forced to descend into his destined tomb--A dungeon dark! where..
© William Wordsworth
Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate
CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate,Who never did to Fortune bend the knee;Who slighted fear; rejected steadfastlyTemptation; and whose kingly name..
© William Wordsworth
Maternal Grief
DEPARTED Child! I could forget thee onceThough at my bosom nursed; this woeful gainThy dissolution brings, that in my soulIs present and perpetually..
© William Wordsworth
Say, What Is Honour?--‘tis The Finest Sense
SAY, what is Honour?--'Tis the finest senseOf 'justice' which the human mind can frame,Intent each lurking frailty to disclaim,And guard the way of..
© William Wordsworth
Book Tenth {residence In France Continued]
IT was a beautiful and silent dayThat overspread the countenance of earth,Then fading with unusual quietness,--A day as beautiful as e'er was givenTo..
© William Wordsworth
Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved
YES! thou art fair, yet be not movedTo scorn the declaration,That sometimes I in thee have lovedMy fancy's own creation.Imagination needs must..
© William Wordsworth
Matthew
IF Nature, for a favourite child,In thee hath tempered so her clay,That every hour thy heart runs wild,Yet never once doth go astray,Read o'er these..
© William Wordsworth
Written Upon A Blank Leaf In
WHILE flowing rivers yield a blameless sport,Shall live the name of Walton: Sage benign!Whose pen, the mysteries of the rod and lineUnfolding, did..
© William Wordsworth
The Trosachs
THERE 's not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt confessional for one Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,That Life is but a..
© William Wordsworth
Written In Very Early Youth
CALM is all nature as a resting wheel.The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,Is cropping audibly his later..
© William Wordsworth
September 1, 1802
WE had a female Passenger who cameFrom Calais with us, spotless in array,--A white-robed Negro, like a lady gay,Yet downcast as a woman fearing..
© William Wordsworth
Gipsies
Yet are they here the same unbroken knotOf human Beings, in the self-same spot!Men, women, children, yea the frameOf the whole spectacle the..
© William Wordsworth
Inscriptions For A Seat In The Groves Of Coleorton
BENEATH yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound,Rugged and high, of Charnwood's forest groundStand yet, but, Stranger! hidden from thy view,The ivied..
© William Wordsworth
Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing
HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more.The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that soundOf bells; those boys who in yon meadow-groundIn..
© William Wordsworth
The Waterfall And The Eglantine
'Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf,'Exclaimed an angry Voice,'Nor dare to thrust thy foolish selfBetween me and my choice!'A small Cascade fresh..
© William Wordsworth
To The Cuckoo
O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,I hear thee and rejoice.O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,Or but a wandering Voice?While I am lying on the grassThy..
© William Wordsworth
From The Cuckoo And The Nightingale
IThe God of Love-'ah, benedicite!'How mighty and how great a Lord is he!For he of low hearts can make high, of highHe can make low, and unto death..
© William Wordsworth