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").
Renouveau. (From The French)
Now Time throws off his cloak againOf ermined frost, and cold and rain,And clothes him in the embroideryOf glittering son and clear blue sky.With..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Remorse. (From August Von Platen)
How I started up in the night, in the night,Drawn on without rest or reprieval!The streets, with their watchmen, were lost to my sight,As I wandered..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rain In Summer
How beautiful is the rain!After the dust and heat,In the broad and fiery street,In the narrow lane,How beautiful is the rain!How it clatters along..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Prometheus, Or, The Poet's Forethought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Of Prometheus, how undauntedOn Olympus' shining bastionsHis audacious foot he planted,Myths are told and songs are chanted,Full of promptings and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Poetic Aphorisms. (From The Sinngedichte Of Friedrich Von Logau)
MONEYWhereunto is money good?Who has it not wants hardihood,Who has it has much trouble and care,Who once has had it has despair.THE BEST..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Picture-Writing
In those days said Hiawatha,"Lo! how all things fade and perish!From the memory of the old menPass away the great traditions,The achievements of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Pegasus in Pound
Once into a quiet village,Without haste and without heed,In the golden prime of morning,Strayed the poet's wingéd steed.It was Autumn, and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Pau-Puk-Keewis
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,He, the handsome Yenadizze,Whom the people called the Storm-Fool,Vexed the village with disturbance;You shall hear..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Paul Revere's Ride (The Landlord's Tale)
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
Parker Cleveland. Written On Revisiting Brunswick In The Summer Of 1875
Among the many lives that I have known,None I remember more serene and sweet,More rounded in itself and more complete,Than his, who lies beneath this..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ovid In Exile, At Tomis, In Bessarabia, Near The Mouths Of The Danube
(Tristia, Book III. Elegy X.)Should any one there in Rome remember Ovid the exile,And, without me, my name still in the city survive;Tell him that..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On The Terrace Of The Aigalades. (From The French Of Méry)
From this high portal, where upspringsThe rose to touch our hands in play,We at a glance behold three things--The Sea, the Town, and the Highway.And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Oliver Basselin. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
In the Valley of the VireStill is seen an ancient mill,With its gables quaint and queer,And beneath the window-sill,On the stone,These words..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Old St David's At Radnor
What an image of peace and restIs this little church among its graves!All is so quiet; the troubled breast,The wounded spirit, the heart..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Old Age. (Sonnet Iv.)
The course of my long life hath reached at last,In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,The common harbor, where must rendered beAccount of all the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Occultation Of Orion, The
I saw, as in a dream sublime,The balance in the hand of Time.O'er East and West its beam impended;And day, with all its hours of light,Was slowly..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O Ship Of State
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!Sail on, O Union, strong and great!Humanity with all its fears,With all the hopes of future years,Is hanging..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nuremberg
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-landsRise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient,stands.Quaint old town of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nature
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,Leads by the hand her little child to bed,Half willing, half reluctant to be led,And leave his broken..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My Secret. (From The French Of Felix Arvers)
My soul its secret hath, my life too hath its mystery,A love eternal in a moment's space conceived;Hopeless the evil is, I have not told its..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful townThat is seated by the sea;Often in thought go up and downThe pleasant streets of that dear old town,And my youth..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My Books
Sadly as some old mediaeval knightGazed at the arms he could no longer wield,The sword two-handed and the shining shieldSuspended in the hall, and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Musings
I sat by my window one night,And watched how the stars grew high;And the earth and skies were a splendid sightTo a sober and musing eye.From heaven..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mr. Finney's Turnip
Mr. Finney had a turnip,And it grew, and it grew,And it grew behind the barn,And the turnip did no harm.And it grew, and it grew,Till it could grow..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morituri Salutamus: Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.'O Cæsar, we who are about to dieSalute..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow