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 3. The Musician's Tale; The Mother's Ghost
Svend Dyring he rideth adown the glade;I myself was young!There he hath wooed him so winsome a maid;Fair words gladden so many a heart.Together were..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Landlord's Tale; The Rhyme Of Sir Christopher
It was Sir Christopher Gardiner,Knight of the Holy Sepulchre,From Merry England over the sea,Who stepped upon this continentAs if his august presence..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Prelude
The evening came; the golden vaneA moment in the sunset glanced,Then darkened, and then gleamed again,As from the east the moon advancedAnd touched..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Vii.
Touched by the pathos of these rhymes,The Theologian said: 'All praiseBe to the ballads of old timesAnd to the bards of simple ways,Who walked with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Vi.
'Now that is after my own heart,'The Poet cried; 'one understandsYour swarthy hero Scanderbeg,Gauntlet on hand and boot on leg,And skilled in every..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude V.
Signor Luigi,' said the Jew,When the Sicilian's tale was told,'The were-wolf is a legend old,But the were-ass is something new,And yet for one I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Iv.
'A pleasant and a winsome tale,'The Student said, 'though somewhat paleAnd quiet in its coloring,As if it caught its tone and airFrom the gray suits..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Iii.
Thus ran the Student's pleasant rhymeOf Eginhard and love and youth;Some doubted its historic truth,But while they doubted, ne'erthelessSaw in it..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Ii.
Well pleased all listened to the tale,That drew, the Student said, its pithAnd marrow from the ancient mythOf some one with an iron flail;Or that..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude I.
'O Edrehi, forbear to-nightYour ghostly legends of affright,And let the Talmud rest in peace;Spare us your dismal tales of deathThat almost take away..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Finale
These are the tales those merry guestsTold to each other, well or ill;Like summer birds that lift their crestsAbove the borders of their nestsAnd..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Tale; The Cobbler Of Hagenau
I trust that somewhere and somehowYou all have heard of Hagenau,A quiet, quaint, and ancient townAmong the green Alsatian hills,A place of valleys..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Second Tale; The Baron Of St. Castine
Baron Castine of St. CastineHas left his château in the Pyrenees,And sailed across the western seas.When he went away from his fair demesneThe birds..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Spanish Jew's Tale; Kambalu
Into the city of Kambalu,By the road that leadeth to Ispahan,At the head of his dusty caravan,Laden with treasure from realms afar,Baldacca and Kelat..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Sicilian's Tale; The Bell Of Atri
At Atri in Abruzzo, a small townOf ancient Roman date, but scant renown,One of those little places that have runHalf up the hill, beneath a blazing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Poet's Tale; Lady Wentworth
One hundred years ago, and something more,In Queen Street, Portsmouth, at her tavern door,Neat as a pin, and blooming as a rose,Stood Mistress..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan - Iv.
And now along the horizon's edgeMountains of cloud uprose,Black as with forests underneath,Above their sharp and jagged teethWere white as drifted..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan - Iii.
The cabin windows have grown blankAs eyeballs of the dead;No more the glancing sunbeams burnOn the gilt letters of the stern,But on the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan - Ii.
The jolly skipper paused awhile,And then again began;'There is a Spectre Ship,' quoth he,'A ship of the Dead that sails the sea,And is called the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan - I.
At Stralsund, by the Baltic Sea,Within the sandy bar,At sunset of a summer's day,Ready for sea, at anchor layThe good ship Valdemar.The sunbeams..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Prelude
A cold, uninterrupted rain,That washed each southern window-pane,And made a river of the road;A sea of mist that overflowedThe house, the barns, the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude Vi.
All praised the Legend more or less;Some liked the moral, some the verse;Some thought it better, and some worseThan other legends of the past;Until..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude V
Well pleased the audience heard the tale.The Theologian said: 'Indeed,To praise you there is little need;One almost hears the farmers flailThresh out..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude Iv.
When the long murmur of applauseThat greeted the Musician's layHad slowly buzzed itself away,And the long talk of Spectre ShipsThat followed died..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude Iii.
'What was the end? I am ashamedNot to remember Reynard's fate;I have not read the book of late;Was he not hanged?' the Poet said.The Student gravely..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow