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").
In The Harbour: Memories
Oft I remember those I have knownIn other days, to whom my heart was leadAs by a magnet, and who are not dead,But absent, and their memories..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: 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
In The Harbour: From The French
Will ever the dear days come back again,Those days of June, when lilacs were in bloom,And bluebirds sang their sonnets in the gloomOf leaves that..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Four By The Clock
Four by the clock! and yet not day;But the great world rolls and wheels away,With its cities on land, and its ships at sea,Into the dawn that is to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse
I.Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands,Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,Learned the secret from them of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Decoration Day
Sleep, comrades, sleep and restOn this Field of the Grounded Arms,Where foes no more molest,Nor sentry's shot alarms!Ye have slept on the ground..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Chimes
Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of nightSalute the passing hour, and in the darkAnd silent chambers of the household markThe movements of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Becalmed
Becalmed upon the sea of Thought,Still unattained the land it sought,My mind, with loosely-hanging sails,Lies waiting the auspicious gales.On either..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Autumn Within
It is autumn; not withoutBut within me is the cold.Youth and spring are all about;It is I that have grown old.Birds are darting through the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Auf Wiedersehen
Until we meet again! That is the meaningOf the familiar words, that men repeatAt parting in the street.Ah yes, till then! but when death..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran)
At La Chaudeau,--'tis long since then:I was young,--my years twice ten;All things smiled on the happy boy,Dreams of love and songs of joy,Azure of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: A Quiet Life. (From The French)
Let him who will, by force or fraud innate,Of courtly grandeurs gain the slippery height;I, leaving not the home of my delight,Far from the world and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death, courage, struggle, poetry
Awake! arise! the hour is late!Angels are knocking at thy door!They are in haste and cannot wait,And once departed come no more.Awake! arise! the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Habour: Victor And Vanquished
As one who long hath fled with panting breathBefore his foe, bleeding and near to fall,I turn and set my back against the wall,And look thee in the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Churchyard At Tarrytown
Here lies the gentle humorist, who diedIn the bright Indian Summer of his fame!A simple stone, with but a date and name,Marks his secluded..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Churchyard At Cambridge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
In the village churchyard she lies,Dust is in her beautiful eyes,No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs;At her feet and at her headLies a slave..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Il Ponte Vecchio Di Firenze
Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio sono;Cinquecent' anni giá sull' Arno piantoIl piede, come il suo Michele SantoPiantó sul draco. Mentre ch' io..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day
I heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweet the words repeatOf peace on earth, good will to men.I thought..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hymn To The Night
I heard the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls!I saw her sable skirts all fringed with lightFrom the celestial walls!I felt..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski's Banner
When the dying flame of dayThrough the chancel shot its ray,Far the glimmering tapers shedFaint light on the cowled head;And the censer burning..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hymn For My Brother's Ordination
Christ to the young man said: 'Yet one thing more;If thou wouldst perfect be,Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,And come and follow..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Holidays
The holiest of all holidays are thoseKept by ourselves in silence and apart;The secret anniversaries of the heart,When the full river of feeling..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Wooing
"As unto the bow the cord is,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him, yet she follows;Useless each without..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,How the handsome YenadizzeDanced at Hiawatha's wedding;How the gentle Chibiabos,He the sweetest of musicians,Sang..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha's Sailing
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!Growing by the rushing river,Tall and stately in the valley!I a light canoe..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow