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 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
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