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").
Spring. (From The French Of Charles D'Orleans. Xv. Century)
Gentle Spring! in sunshine clad,Well dost thou thy power display!For Winter maketh the light heart sad,And thou, thou makest the sad heart gay,He..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spirit Of Poetry, The
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,The wild..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sound Of The Sea, The
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,And round the pebbly beaches far and wideI heard the first wave of the rising tideRush onward with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sonnet. On Mrs. Kemble's Readings From Shakespeare
O precious evenings! all too swiftly sped!Leaving us heirs to amplest heritagesOf all the best thoughts of the greatest sages,And giving tongues unto..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Songo River. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Nowhere such a devious stream,Save in fancy or in dream,Winding slow through bush and brake,Links together lake and lake.Walled with woods or sandy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Song. (From The Spanish)
Ah, Love!Perjured, false, treacherous Love!EnemyOf all that mankind may not rue!Most untrueTo him who keeps most faith with thee.Woe is me!The falcon..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Song. (From The Portuguese)
If thou art sleeping, maiden,Awake, and open thy door:'Tis the break of day, and we must away,O'er meadow, and mount, and moor.Wait not to find thy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Song. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;Home-keeping hearts are happiest,For those that wander they know not whereAre full of trouble and full of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Song Of The Silent Land. (From The German Of Salis)
Into the Silent Land!Ah! who shall lead us thither?Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand.Who..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Song Of The Bell. (From The German)
Bell! thou soundest merrily,When the bridal partyTo the church doth hie!Bell! thou soundest solemnly.When, on Sabbath morning,Fields deserted..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Song
Where, from the eye of day,The dark and silent riverPursues through tangled woods a wayO'er which the tall trees quiver;The silver mist, that..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Son Of The Evening Star, The
Can it be the sun descendingO'er the level plain of water?Or the Red Swan floating, flying,Wounded by the magic arrow,Staining all the waves with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Something Left Undone
Labor with what zeal we will,Something still remains undone,Something uncompleted stillWaits the rising of the sun.By the bedside, on the stair,At..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snow-Flakes. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
Out of the bosom of the AirOut of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,Over the woodlands brown and bare,Over the harvest-fields forsaken,Silent..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sleep
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful soundSeems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thoughtAs Hermes..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sir Humphrey Gilbert
Southward with fleet of iceSailed the corsair Death;Wild and gast blew the blast,And the east-wind was his breath.His lordly ships of iceGlisten in..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Silent Love. (From The German)
Who love would seek,Let him love evermoreAnd seldom speak:For in love's domainSilence must reign;Or it brings the heartSmartAnd pain.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Shakespeare
A vision as of crowded city streets,With human life in endless overflow;Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blowTo battle; clamor, in obscure..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Serenade From “the Spanish Student”
STARS of the summer night!Far in yon azure deeps,Hide, hide your golden light!She sleeps!My lady sleeps!Sleeps!Moon of the summer night!Far down yon..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Seaweed
When descends on the AtlanticThe giganticStorm-wind of the equinox,Landword in his wrath he scourgesThe toiling surges,Laden with seaweed from the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Santa Teresa's Bookmark. (From The Spanish Of Santa Teresa)
Let nothing disturb thee,Nothing affright theeAll things are passing;God never changeth;Patient enduranceAttaineth to all things;Who God possessethIn..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Santa Filomena. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought,Whene'er is spoken a noble thought,Our hearts, in glad surprise,To higher levels rise.The tidal wave of deeper..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sandalphon. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Have you read in the Talmud of old,In the Legends the Rabbins have toldOf the limitless realms of the air,--Have you read it,--the marvellous storyOf..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rondel. (From The Duke Of Orleans)
Hence away, begone, begone,Carking care and melancholy!Think ye thus to govern meAll my life long, as ye have done?That shall ye not, I promise..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rondel. (From Froissart)
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!I do not know thee,--nor what deeds are thine:Love, love, what..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow