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").
Victory Comes Late
690Victory comes late—And is held low to freezing lips—Too rapt with frostTo take it—How sweet it would have tasted—Just a Drop—Was God so..
© Emily Dickinson
To Lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gainAll other hearts I knew.Tis true the drought is destituteBut, then, I had the dew!The Caspian has its realms of..
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas The Old—road—through Pain
344'Twas the old—road—through pain—That unfrequented—one—With many a turn—and thorn—That stops—at Heaven—This—was the Town—she passed—There—where..
© Emily Dickinson
Take Your Heaven Further On
388Take your Heaven further on—This—to Heaven divine Has gone—Had You earlier blundered inPossibly, e'en You had seenAn Eternity—put on—Now—to ring a..
© Emily Dickinson
To Own The Art Within The Soul
855To own the Art within the SoulThe Soul to entertainWith Silence as a CompanyAnd Festival maintainIs an unfurnished CircumstancePossession is to..
© Emily Dickinson
Triumph—may Be Of Several Kinds
455Triumph—may be of several kinds—There's Triumph in the RoomWhen that Old Imperator—Death—By Faith
© Emily Dickinson
I'M Sorry For The Dead—today
529I'm sorry for the Dead—Today—It's such congenial timesOld Neighbors have at fences—It's time o' year for Hay.And Broad—Sunburned..
© Emily Dickinson
I Stepped From Plank To Plank
I stepped from plank to plankSo slow and cautiously;The stars about my head I felt,About my feet the sea.I knew not but the nextWould be my final..
© Emily Dickinson
Stanzas
WITHIN our happy castle there dwelt OneWhom without blame I may not overlook;For never sun on living creature shoneWho more devout enjoyment with us..
© William Wordsworth
Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806
CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid barsThrough the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeledBy breezeless air to smoothest polish, yieldA vivid..
© William Wordsworth
Argument For Suicide
Send this man to the mine, this to the battle,Famish an aged beggar at your gates,And let him die by inches- but for worldsLift not your hand against..
© William Wordsworth
Is It Dead—find It
417Is it dead—Find it—Out of sound—Out of sight—"Happy"? Which is wiser—You, or the Wind?"Conscious"? Won't you ask that—Of the low..
© Emily Dickinson
My Life Had Stood
My life had stood--a Loaded Gun--In Corners--till a DayThe Owner passed--identified--And carried Me away--And now We roam in Sovereign Woods--And now..
© Emily Dickinson
The Reaper
Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the..
© William Wordsworth
Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again?
139Soul, Wilt thou toss again?By just such a hazardHundreds have lost indeed—But tens have won an all—Angel's breathless ballotLingers to record..
© Emily Dickinson
To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave
126To fight aloud, is very brave—But gallanter, I knowWho charge within the bosomThe Cavalry of Woe—Who win, and nations do not see—Who fall—and none..
© Emily Dickinson
The Thorn
I'There is a Thorn--it looks so old,In truth, you'd find it hard to sayHow it could ever have been young,It looks so old and grey.Not higher than a..
© William Wordsworth
Talk With Prudence To A Beggar
119Talk with prudence to a BeggarOf "Potose," and the mines!Reverently, to the HungryOf your viands, and your wines!Cautious, hint to any CaptiveYou..
© Emily Dickinson
A lane of Yellow led the eye
A lane of Yellow led the eyeUnto a Purple WoodWhose soft inhabitants to beSurpasses solitudeIf Bird the silence contradictOr flower presume to showIn..
© Emily Dickinson
That After Horror—that 'Twas Us
286That after Horror—that 'twas us—That passed the mouldering Pier—Just as the Granite Crumb let go—Our Savior, by a Hair—A second more, had dropped..
© Emily Dickinson
A Prophecy. February 1807
HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!Thus in your books the record shall be found,'A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound--ARMINIUS!--all..
© William Wordsworth
That Distance Was Between Us
863That Distance was between UsThat is not of Mile or Main—The Will it is that situates—Equator—never can—
© Emily Dickinson
The Fountain
A ConversationWe talked with open heart, and tongueAffectionate and true,A pair of friends, though I was young,And Matthew seventy-two.We lay beneath..
© William Wordsworth
The Brain&Mdash;Is Wider Than The Sky
632The Brain—is wider than the Sky—For—put them side by side—The one the other will containWith ease—and You—beside—The Brain is deeper than the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Reason, Earth Is Short
301I reason, Earth is short—And Anguish—absolute—And many hurt,But, what of that?I reason, we could die—The best VitalityCannot excel Decay,But, what..
© Emily Dickinson