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 Golden Legend: Ii. A Farm In The Odenwald
A garden; morning;_ PRINCE HENRY _seated, with abook_. ELSIE, _at a distance, gathering flowers.__Prince Henry (reading)._ One morning, all alone,Out..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Goblet Of Life
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim;And though my eyes with tears are dim,I see its sparkling bubbles swim,And chant a melancholy hymnWith solemn..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Ghosts
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high aerial..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Galaxy
Torrent of light and river of the air,Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seenLike gold and silver sands in some ravineWhere mountain streams..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Fugitive. (Tartar Song, From The Prose Version Of Chodzko)
I.'He is gone to the desert landI can see the shining maneOf his horse on the distant plain,As he rides with his Kossak band!'Come back, rebellious..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Four Winds
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"Cried the warriors, cried the old men,When he came in triumph homewardWith the sacred Belt of Wampum,From the regions of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Four Princesses At Wilna. A Photograph
Sweet faces, that from pictured casements leanAs from a castle window, looking downOn some gay pageant passing through a town,Yourselves the fairest..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Fire Of Drift-Wood
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD.We sat within the farm-house old,Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold,An easy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Fiftieth Birthday Of Agassiz. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
It was fifty years agoIn the pleasant month of May,In the beautiful Pays de Vaud,A child in its cradle lay.And Nature, the old nurse, tookThe child..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Famine
Oh the long and dreary Winter!Oh the cold and cruel Winter!Ever thicker, thicker, thickerFroze the ice on lake and river,Ever deeper, deeper..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Evening Star
Lo! in the paintedoriel of the West,Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,Like a fair lady at her casement, shinesThe evening star, the star of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Emperor's Glove. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
On St. Bavon's tower, commandingHalf of Flanders, his domain,Charles the Emperor once was standing,While beneath him on the landingStood Duke Alva..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Emperor's Bird's-Nest. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Once the Emperor Charles of Spain,With his swarthy, grave commanders,I forget in what campaign,Long besieged, in mud and rain,Some old frontier town..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Elected Knight. From The Danish.
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,But never, ah never, can meet with the man,A tilt with him dare ride.He..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Dwarves
Loke sat and thought, till his dark eyes gleamWith joy at the deed he'd done;When Sif looked into the crystal stream,Her courage was wellnigh..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Descent Of The Muses
Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,Came from their convent on the shining heightsOf Pierus, the mountain of delights,To dwell among the people..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Demoniac Of Gadara
A GADARENE.He hath escaped, hath plucked his chains asunder,And broken his fetters; always night and dayIs in the mountains here, and in the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Death Of Kwasind
Far and wide among the nationsSpread the name and fame of Kwasind;No man dared to strive with Kwasind,No man could compete with Kwasind.But the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Dead. (From The German Of Stockmann)
How they so softly rest,All they the holy ones,Unto whose dwelling-placeNow doth my soul draw near!How they so softly rest,All in their silent..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Day Is Done
The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of nightAs a feather wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Cumberland
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,On board of the Cumberland sloop-of-war;And at times from the fortress across the bayThe alarum of drums swept..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Cross Of Snow
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,A gentle face -- the face of one long dead --Looks at me from the wall, where round its headThe..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Courtship Of Miles Standish
IMILES STANDISHIn the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the PilgrimsTo and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling,Clad in doublet..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Children's Hour
Between the dark and the daylight,When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day's occupations,That is known as the Children's Hour.I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Children Of The Lord's Supper. (From The Swedish Of Bishop Tegner)
Pentecost, day of rejoicing, had come. The church of the villageGleaming stood in the morning's sheen. On the spire of the bellDecked with a brazen..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow