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").
I Held A Jewel In My Fingers
I held a Jewel in my fingers—And went to sleep—The day was warm, and winds were prosy—I said ''Twill keep'—I woke—and chid my honest fingers,The Gem..
© Emily Dickinson
With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled Far And Nigh
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;Some lying fast at anchor in the road,Some veering up and..
© William Wordsworth
One Sister Have I In Our House
14One Sister have I in our house,And one, a hedge away.There's only one recorded,But both belong to me.One came the road that I came—And wore my last..
© Emily Dickinson
You Said That I
You said that I "was Great"—one Day—Then "Great" it be—if that please Thee—Or Small—or any size at all—Nay—I'm the size suit Thee—Tall—like the..
© Emily Dickinson
To Love Thee Year By Year
434To love thee Year by Year—May less appearThan sacrifice, and cease—However, dear,Forever might be short, I thought to show—And so I pieced it..
© Emily Dickinson
Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been
AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grewAbout her home; but she had never seenA glow-worm, never one..
© William Wordsworth
It Troubled Me As Once I Was
600It troubled me as once I was—For I was once a Child—Concluding how an Atom—fell—And yet the Heavens—held—The Heavens weighed the most—by far—Yet..
© Emily Dickinson
Lines Written In Early Spring
I HEARD a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.To her fair..
© William Wordsworth
Upon Westminster Bridge
EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth like a..
© William Wordsworth
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,Pinions that fanned the teeming mouldOf Eden's blissful wilderness,Did only..
© William Wordsworth
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
'Tis said, that some have died for love:And here and there a churchyard grave is foundIn the cold north's unhallowed ground,Because the wretched man..
© William Wordsworth
Memory
A pen--to register; a key--That winds through secret wardsAre well assigned to MemoryBy allegoric Bards.As aptly, also, might be givenA Pencil to her..
© William Wordsworth
A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School
A poet! - He hath put his heart to school,Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staffWhich art hath lodged within his hand- must laughBy precept only..
© William Wordsworth
Lucy Gray, Or Solitude
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:And, when I crossed the wild,I chanced to see at break of dayThe solitary child.No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;She dwelt..
© William Wordsworth
A Wren's Nest
AMONG the dwellings framed by birdsIn field or forest with nice care,Is none that with the little Wren'sIn snugness may compare.No door the tenement..
© William Wordsworth
There Is An Eminence,--Of These Our Hills
There is an Eminence,--of these our hillsThe last that parleys with the setting sun;We can behold it from our orchard-seat;And, when at evening we..
© William Wordsworth
By The Seaside
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives,Only a..
© William Wordsworth
A Morning Exercise
FANCY, who leads the pastimes of the glad,Full oft is pleased a wayward dart to throw;Sending sad shadows after things not sad,Peopling the harmless..
© William Wordsworth
Written In March
The cock is crowing,The stream is flowing,The small birds twitter,The lake doth glitterThe green field sleeps in the sun;The oldest and youngestAre..
© William Wordsworth
We Are Seven
A Simple Child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death?I met a little cottage Girl:She..
© William Wordsworth
Sown In Dishonor
62"Sown in dishonor"!Ah! Indeed!May this "dishonor" be?If I were half so fine myselfI'd notice nobody!"Sown in corruption"!Not so fast!Apostle is..
© Emily Dickinson
A Poet's Epitaph
Art thou a Statist in the vanOf public conflicts trained and bred?- First learn to love one living man;'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.A..
© William Wordsworth
Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered
523Sweet—You forgot—but I rememberedEvery time—for Two—So that the Sum be never hinderedThrough Decay of You—Say if I erred? Accuse my..
© Emily Dickinson
Strong Draughts Of Their Refreshing Minds
711Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing MindsTo drink—enables MineThrough Desert or the WildernessAs bore it Sealed Wine—To go elastic—Or as OneThe..
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch
414'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,That nearer, every Day,Kept narrowing its boiling WheelUntil the AgonyToyed coolly with the final inchOf your..
© Emily Dickinson