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").
The Skeleton In Armor
"Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!Who, with thy hollow breastStill in rude armor drest,Comest to daunt me!Wrapt not in eastern balms,But with thy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Siege Of Kazan. (Tartar Song, From The Prose Version Of Chodzko)
Black are the moors before Kazan,And their stagnant waters smell of blood:I said in my heart, with horse and man,I will swim across this shallow..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Sermon Of St. Francis. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Up soared the lark into the air,A shaft of song, a wingéd prayer,As if a soul released from painWere flying back to heaven again.St. Francis heard:..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Seaside And The Fireside : Dedication
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom,Hears round about him voices as it darkens,And seeing not the forms from which they come,Pauses from time..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Sea Hath Its Pearls. (From The German Of Heinrich Heine)
The sea hath its pearls,The heaven hath its stars;But my heart, my heart,My heart hath its love.Great are the sea and the heaven;Yet greater is my..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Sea Diver
My way is on the bright blue sea,My sleep upon its rocking tide;And many an eye has followed meWhere billows clasp the worn seaside.My plumage bears..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Ropewalk. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
In that building, long and low,With its windows all a-row,Like the port-holes of a hulk,Human spiders spin and spin,Backward down their threads so..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Revenge Of Rain-In-The-Face
In that desolate land and lone,Where the Big Horn and YellowstoneRoar down their mountain path,By their fires the Sioux ChiefsMuttered their woes and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Republic
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!Sail on, O Union, strong and great!Humanity with all its fearsWith all the hopes of future years,Is hanging..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Rainy Day
Written at the old home in PortlandThe day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains,and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Quadroon Girl
The Slaver in the broad lagoonLay moored with idle sail;He waited for the rising moon,And for the evening gale.Under the shore his boat was tied,And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Psalm Of Life
What the heart of the young man said to the psalmistTell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!--For the soul is dead that..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Poet's Calendar
JanuaryJanus am I; oldest of potentates;Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates,The years that through my portals..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Poets
O ye dead Poets, who are living stillImmortal in your verse, though life be fled,And ye, O living Poets, who are deadThough ye are living, if neglect..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Phantom Ship. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
In Mather's Magnalia Christi,Of the old colonial time,May be found in prose the legendThat is here set down in rhyme.A ship sailed from New Haven,And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Peace-Pipe
On the Mountains of the Prairie,On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,Gitche Manito, the mighty,He the Master of Life, descending,On the red crags of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Old Clock On The Stairs
Somewhat back from the village streetStands the old-fashioned country-seat.Across its antique porticoTall poplar-trees their shadows throw;And from..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Old Bridge At Florence
Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old,Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stoneUpon the Arno, as St. Michael's ownWas planted on the dragon. Fold by..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Occultation Of Orion
I saw, as in a dream sublime,The balance in the hand of Time.O'er East and West its beam impended;And day, with all its hours of light,Was slowly..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Norman Baron
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins hautque la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, demaladie, et de peril de mort..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Nature Of Love. (From The Italian)
To noble heart Love doth for shelter fly,As seeks the bird the forest's leafy shade;Love was not felt till noble heart beat high,Nor before love the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Native Land. (From The Spanish Of Francisco De Aldana)
Clear fount of light! my native land on high,Bright with a glory that shall never fade!Mansion of truth! without a veil or shade,Thy holy quiet meets..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Meeting
After so long an absenceAt last we meet agin:Does the meeting give us pleasure,Or does it give us pain?The tree of life has been shaken,And but few..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Masque Of Pandora
THE WORKSHOP OF HEPHAESTUSHEPHAESTUS (standing before the statue of Pandora.)Not fashioned out of gold, like Hera's throne,Nor forged of iron like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow