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").
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xiv. -- The Crew Of The Long Serpent
Safe at anchor in Drontheim bayKing Olaf's fleet assembled lay,And, striped with white and blue,Downward fluttered sail and banner,As alights the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xiii. -- The Building Of The Long Serpent
Thorberg Skafting, master-builder,In his ship-yard by the sea,Whistling, said, 'It would bewilderAny man but Thorberg Skafting,Any man but me!'Near..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xii. -- King Olaf's Christmas
At Drontheim, Olaf the KingHeard the bells of Yule-tide ring,As he sat in his banquet-hall,Drinking the nut-brown ale,With his bearded Berserks..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xi. -- Bishop Sigurd At Salten Fiord
Loud the anngy wind was wailingAs King Olaf's ships came sailingNorthward out of Drontheim havenTo the mouth of Salten Fiord.Though the flying..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf X. -- Raud The Strong
'All the old gods are dead,All the wild warlocks fled;But the White Christ lives and reigns,And throughout my wide domainsHis Gospel shall be..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Viii. -- Gudrun
On King Olaf's bridal nightShines the moon with tender light,And across the chamber streamsIts tide of dreams.At the fatal midnight hour,When all..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf V. -- The Skerry Of Shrieks
Now from all King Olaf's farmsHis men-at-armsGathered on the Eve of Easter;To his house at Angvalds-nessFast they press,Drinking with the royal..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Ix. -- Thangbrand The Priest
Short of stature, large of limb,Burly face and russet beard,All the women stared at him,When in Iceland he appeared.'Look!' they said,With nodding..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Iv. -- Queen Sigrid The Haughty
Queen Sigrid the Haughty sat proud and aloftIn her chamber, that looked over meadow and croft.Heart's dearest,Why dost thou sorrow so?The floor with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Iii. -- Thora Of Rimol
'Thora of Rimol! hide me! hide me!Danger and shame and death betide me!For Olaf the King is hunting me downThrough field and forest, through thorp..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Ii. -- The King's Return
And King Olaf heard the cry,Saw the red light in the sky,Laid his hand upon his sword,As he leaned upon the railing,And his ships went sailing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf I. -- The Challenge Of Thor
I am the God Thor,I am the War God,I am the Thunderer!Here in my Northland,My fastness and fortress,Reign I forever!Here amid icebergsRule I the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Landlord's Tale; Paul Revere's Ride
Listen, my children, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of Paul Revere,On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;Hardly a man is now aliveWho..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Prelude; The Wayside Inn
One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,Across the meadows bare and brown,The windows of the wayside innGleamed red with fire-light through the leavesOf..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude Vi.
Thus closed the tale of guilt and gloom,That cast upon each listener's faceIts shadow, and for some brief spaceUnbroken silence filled the room.The..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude V.
A strain of music closed the tale,A low, monotonous, funeral wail,That with its cadence, wild and sweet,Made the long Saga more complete.'Thank God,'..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude Iv.
And then the blue-eyed Norseman toldA Saga of the days of old.'There is,' said he, 'a wondrous bookOf Legends in the old Norse tongue,Of the dead..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude Iii.
He ended: and a kind of spellUpon the silent listeners fell.His solemn manner and his wordsHad touched the deep, mysterious chordsThat vibrate in..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn: Part 1. Interlude Ii.
Soon as the story reached its end,One, over eager to commend,Crowned it with injudicious praise;And then the voice of blame found vent,And fanned the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude I.
The Landlord ended thus his tale,Then rising took down from its nailThe sword that hung there, dim with dustAnd cleaving to its sheath with rust,And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Finale
The hour was late; the fire burned low,The Landlord's eyes were closed in sleep,And near the story's end a deep,Sonorous sound at times was heard,As..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Suspiria
Take them, O Death! and bear awayWhatever thou canst call thine own!Thine image, stamped upon this clay,Doth give thee that, but that alone!Take..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sunrise On The Hills
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide archWas glorious with the sun's returning march,And woods were brightened, and soft galesWent forth to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sundown
The summer sun is sinking low;Only the tree-tops redden and glow:Only the weathercock on the spireOf the neighboring church is a flame of fire;All is..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
St. John's, Cambridge
I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shadeThy western window, Chapel of St. John!And hear its leaves repeat their benisonOn him, whose hand thy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow