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").
Epimetheus, Or The Poet's Afterthought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Have I dreamed? or was it real,What I saw as in a vision,When to marches hymenealIn the land of the IdealMoved my thought o'er Fields Elysian?What!..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Endymion
The rising moon has hid the stars;Her level rays, like golden bars,Lie on the landscape green,With shadows brown between.And silver white the river..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
Under Mount Etna he lies,It is slumber, it is not death;For he struggles at times to arise,And above him the lurid skiesAre hot with his fiery..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Elliot's Oak
Thou ancient oak! whose myriad leaves are loudWith sounds of unintelligible speech,Sounds as of surges on a shingly beach,Or multitudinous murmurs of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter
When winter winds are piercing chill,And through the hawthorn blows the gale,With solemn feet I tread the hill,That overbrows the lonely vale.O'er..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry
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
Earlier Poems : 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
Earlier Poems : 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..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : Burial Of The Minnisink
On sunny slope and beechen swell,The shadowed light of evening fell;And, where the maple's leaf was brown,With soft and silent lapse came down,The..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : Autumn
With what a glory comes and goes the year!The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingersOf sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoyLife's newness, and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : An April Day
When the warm sun, that bringsSeed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springsThe first flower of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Drinking Song
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER,Come, old friend! sit down and listen!From the pitcher, placed between us,How the waters laugh and glistenIn the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Discoverer Of The North Cape. A Leaf From King Alfred's Orosius. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Othere, the old sea-captain,Who dwelt in Helgoland,To King Alfred, the Lover of Truth,Brought a snow-white walrus-tooth,Which he held in his brown..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dirge Over A Nameless Grave
By yon still river, where the waveIs winding slow at evening's close,The beech, upon a nameless grave,Its sadly-moving shadow throws.O'er the fair..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Delia. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,But..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Death Of Kwasind, The
Far and wide among the nationsSpread the name and fame of Kwasind;No man dared to strive with Kwasind,No man could compete with Kwasind.But the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Death Of Archbishop Turpin. (From The French)
The Archbishop, whom God loved in high degree,Beheld his wounds all bleeding fresh and free;And then his cheek more ghastly grew and wan,And a faint..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daylight And Moonlight
In broad daylight, and at noon,Yesterday I saw the moonSailing high, but faint and white,As a schoolboy's paper kite.In broad daylight, yesterday,I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daybreak. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
A wind came up out of the sea,And said, 'O mists, make room for me.'It hailed the ships, and cried, 'Sail on,Ye mariners, the night is gone.'And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Day Is Done, The
The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dante
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom,With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes,Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise,Like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Curfew
I.Solemnly, mournfully,Dealing its dole,The Curfew BellIs beginning to toll.Cover the embers,And put out the light;Toil comes with the morning,And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and gone,And death comes softly stealing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Consolation. (To M. Duperrier, Gentleman Of Aix In Provence, On The Death Of His Daughter)
Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow be eternal?And shall the sad discourseWhispered within thy heart, by tenderness paternal,Only augment its force?Thy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Columbus. (A Translation From Schiller)
Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit witlings deride thee,And the steersman drop idly his hand at the helm;Ever, ever to westward! There must the coast be..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow