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").
Loss And Gain
When I compareWhat I have lost with what I have gained,What I have missed with what attained,Little room do I find for pride.I am awareHow many days..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Light Of Stars, The
The night is come, but not too soon;And sinking silently,All silently, the little moonDrops down behind the sky.There is no light in earth or..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
L'Envoi
Ye voices, that aroseAfter the Evening's close,And whispered to my restless heart repose!Go, breathe it in the earOf all who doubt and fear,And say..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ladder Of St. Augustine, The
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,That of our vices we can frameA ladder, if we will but treadBeneath our feet each deed of shame!All common..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
King Trisanku
Viswamitra the Magician,By his spells and incantations,Up to Indra's realms elysianRaised Trisanku, king of nations.Indra and the gods offendedHurled..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
King Trisanku
Viswamitra the Magician,By his spells and incantations,Up to Indra's realms elysianRaised Trisanku, king of nations.Indra and the gods offendedHurled..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
King Christian, A National Song Of Denmark. (From The Danish Of Johannes Evald)
King Christian stood by the lofty mastIn mist and smoke;His sword was hammering so fast,Through Gothic helm and brain it passed;Then sank each..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Kéramos
Turn, turn, my wheel? Turn round and roundWithout a pause, without a sound:So spins the flying world away!This clay, well mixed with marl and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Keats
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told!The solemn grove uplifts its shield of goldTo the red..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Jugurtha
How cold are thy baths, Apollo!Cried the African monarch, the splendid,As down to his death in the hollowDark dungeons of Rome he..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Jeckoyva
They made the warrior's grave besideThe dashing of his native time:And there was mourning in the glen--The strong wail of a thousand men--O'er him..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Italian Scenery
Night rests in beauty on Mont Alto.Beneath its shade the beauteous Arno sleepsIn vallombrosa's bosom, and dark treesBend with a calm and quiet shadow..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It Is Not Always May
No hay pajaros en los nidos de antano.Spanish ProverbThe sun is bright,--the air is clear,The darting swallows soar and sing.And from the stately..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Introduction To The Song Of Hiawatha
Should you ask me,whence these stories?Whence these legends and traditions,With the odors of the forestWith the dew and damp of meadows,With the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Inscription On The Shanklin Fountain
O Traveller, stay thy weary feet;Drink of this fountain, pure and sweet;It flows for rich and poor the same.Then go thy way, remembering stillThe..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: To The Avon
Flow on, sweet river! like his verseWho lies beneath this sculptured hearse;Nor wait beside the churchyard wallFor him who cannot hear thy call.Thy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: The Wine Of Jurançon. (From The French Of Charles Coran)
Little sweet wine of Jurançon,You are dear to my memory still!With mine host and his merry song,Under the rose-tree I drank my fill.Twenty years..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: The Poet's Calendar
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates;Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates,The years that through my portals..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: The Four Lakes Of Madison
Four limpid lakes,--four NaiadesOr sylvan deities are these,In flowing robes of azure dressed;Four lovely handmaids, that upholdTheir shining..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: The City And The Sea
The panting City cried to the Sea,'I am faint with heat,--O breathe on me!'And the Sea said, 'Lo, I breathe! but my breathTo some will be life, to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade
I.What is this I read in history,Full of marvel, full of mystery,Difficult to understand?Is it fiction, is it truth?Children in the flower of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: 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
In The Harbour: Prelude
As treasures that men seek,Deep buried in sea-sands,Vanish if they but speak,And elude their eager hands,So ye escape and slip,O songs, and fade..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Possibilities
Where are the Poets, unto whom belongThe Olympian heights; whose singing shafts were sentStraight to the mark, and not from bows half bent,But with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Moonlight
As a pale phantom with a lampAscends some ruin's haunted stair,So glides the moon along the dampMysterious chambers of the air.Now hidden in cloud..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow