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").

Characteristics Of A Child Three Years Old

LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild;And Innocence hath privilege in herTo dignify arch looks and laughing eyes;And feats of cunning; and the..

© William Wordsworth

The French Revolution As It Appeared To Enthusiasts

. Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!For mighty were the auxiliars which then stoodUpon our side, we who were strong in love!Bliss was it in that..

© William Wordsworth

Book Eighth: Retrospect--Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man

WHAT sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are heardUp to thy summit, through the depth of airAscending, as if distance had the powerTo make the sounds..

© William Wordsworth

There Was A Boy

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffsAnd islands of Winander!--many a time,At evening, when the earliest stars beganTo move along the edges of..

© William Wordsworth

Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard

WE can endure that He should waste our lands,Despoil our temples, and by sword and flameReturn us to the dust from which we came;Such food a Tyrant's..

© William Wordsworth

The Green Linnet

BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shedTheir snow-white blossoms on my head,With brightest sunshine round me spreadOf spring's unclouded weather,In..

© William Wordsworth

The Sun Has Long Been Set

The sun has long been set,The stars are out by twos and threes,The little birds are piping yetAmong the bushes and the trees;There's a cuckoo, and..

© William Wordsworth

Anticipation, October 1803

SHOUT, for a mighty Victory is won!On British ground the Invaders are laid low;The breath of Heaven has drifted them like snow,And left them lying in..

© William Wordsworth

Minstrels

The minstrels played their Christmas tuneTo-night beneath my cottage-eaves;While, smitten by a lofty moon,The encircling laurels, thick with..

© William Wordsworth

Stepping Westward

"What, you are stepping westward?"--"Yea."---'T would be a wildish destiny,If we, who thus together roamIn a strange land, and far from home,Were in..

© William Wordsworth

In The Pass Of Killicranky

SIX thousand veterans practised in war's game,Tried men, at Killicranky were arrayedAgainst an equal host that wore the plaid,Shepherds and..

© William Wordsworth

Beggars

She had a tall man's height or more;Her face from summer's noontide heatNo bonnet shaded, but she woreA mantle, to her very feetDescending with a..

© William Wordsworth

Advance – Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground

ADVANCE-come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed;Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named!Through the long..

© William Wordsworth

Two Travellers Perishing In Snow

933Two Travellers perishing in SnowThe Forests as they frozeTogether heard them strengtheningEach other with the wordsThat Heaven if Heaven—must..

© Emily Dickinson

South Winds Jostle Them

86South Winds jostle them—Bumblebees come—Hover—hesitate—Drink, and are gone—Butterflies pauseOn their passage Cashmere—I—softly plucking,Present..

© Emily Dickinson

I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind

I felt a cleaving in my mindAs if my brain had split;I tried to match it, seam by seam,But could not make them fit.The thought behind I strove to..

© Emily Dickinson

I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing

532I tried to think a lonelier ThingThan any I had seen—Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in the BoneOf Death's tremendous nearness—I probed Retrieverless..

© Emily Dickinson

I Never Lost As Much But Twice

49I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels—twice descendingReimbursed my..

© Emily Dickinson

It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation

560It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation—But large—serene—Burned on—until through Dissolution—It failed from Men—I could not deem these Planetary..

© Emily Dickinson

I Years Had Been From Home

I years had been from home,And now, before the door,I dared not open, lest a faceI never saw beforeStare vacant into mineAnd ask my business there.My..

© Emily Dickinson

To One Denied The Drink

490To One denied the drinkTo tell what Water isWould be acuter, would it notThan letting Him surmise?To lead Him to the WellAnd let Him hear it..

© Emily Dickinson

It Will Be Summer—eventually

342It will be Summer—eventually.Ladies—with parasols—Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes—And little Girls—with Dolls—Will tint the pallid landscape—As..

© Emily Dickinson

Inconceivably Solemn!

582Inconceivably solemn!Things go gayPierce—by the very PressOf Imagery—Their far Parades—order on the eyeWith a mute Pomp—A pleading..

© Emily Dickinson

To Lose One's Faith&Mdash;Surpass

377To lose one's faith—surpassThe loss of an Estate—Because Estates can beReplenished—faith cannot—Inherited with Life—Belief—but once—can..

© Emily Dickinson

I Hide Myself Within My Flower

903I hide myself within my flower,That fading from your Vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for me—Almost a loneliness.

© Emily Dickinson