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").
Flower-De-Luce: The Wind Over The Chimney
See, the fire is sinking low,Dusky red the embers glow,While above them still I cower,While a moment more I linger,Though the clock, with lifted..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: The Bridge Of Cloud
Burn, O evening hearth, and wakenPleasant visions, as of old!Though the house by winds be shaken,Safe I keep this room of gold!Ah, no longer wizard..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant
O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn!From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted,Your..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis
I lay upon the headland-height, and listenedTo the incessant sobbing of the seaIn caverns under me,And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Killed At The Ford
He is dead, the beautiful youth,The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,He, the life and light of us all,Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call,Whom..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Hawthorne
How beautiful it was, that one bright dayIn the long week of rain!Though all its splendor could not chase awayThe omnipresent pain.The lovely town..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Giotto's Tower
How many lives, made beautiful and sweetBy self-devotion and by self-restraint,Whose pleasure is to run without complaintOn unknown errands of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Divina Commedia
I.Oft have I seen at some cathedral doorA laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,Lay down his burden, and with reverent feetEnter, and cross himself..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Christmas Bells
I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!And thought..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fire. (Sonnet Ii.)
Not without fire can any workman mouldThe iron to his preconceived design,Nor can the artist without fire refineAnd purify from all its dross the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fata Morgana
O sweet illusions of songThat tempt me everywhere,In the lonely fields, and the throngOf the crowded thoroughfare!I approach and ye vanish away,I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Famine, The
Oh the long and dreary Winter!Oh the cold and cruel Winter!Ever thicker, thicker, thickerFroze the ice on lake and river,Ever deeper, deeper..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Excelsior
The shades of night were falling fast,As through an Alpine village passedA youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,A banner with the strange..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evening Star, The
Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,Like a fair lady at her casement, shinesThe evening star, the star of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Preface
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,Stand like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. V.
IN that delightful land, which is washed by the Delaware's waters,Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle.Stands on the banks of its..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. Iv.
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down from their jagged..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. Iii.
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,Such as the Druids..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. Ii.
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,Into the golden stream of the broad and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. I.
MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,Bearing a nation, with all its..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The First. V.
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth dayCheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house.Soon o'er the yellow..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The First. Iv.
PLEASANTLY rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pré.Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas,Where the ships, with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The First. Iii.
BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean,Bent, but not broken, by age was the form of the notary public;Shocks of yellow hair..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The First. Ii.
NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.Birds of passage sailed..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The First. I.
IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-PréLay in the fruitful valley. Vast..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow