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").
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
Children
Come to me, O ye children!For I hear you at your play,And the questions that perplexed meHave vanished quite away.Ye open the eastern windows,That..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Childhood. (From The Danish)
There was a time when I was very small,When my whole frame was but an ell in height;Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall,And therefore I recall it..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Chaucer
An old man in a lodge within a park;The chamber walls depicted all aroundWith portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound,And the hurt deer. He..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Charles Sumner. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Garlands upon his graveAnd flowers upon his hearse,And to the tender heart and braveThe tribute of this verse.His was the troubled life,The conflict..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Changed. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
From the outskirts of the townWhere of old the mile-stone stood,Now a stranger, looking downI behold the shadowy crownOf the dark and haunted wood.Is..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Catawba Wine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
This song of mineIs a Song of the Vine,To be sung by the glowing embersOf wayside inns,When the rain beginsTo darken the drear Novembers.It is not a..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Castles In Spain. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
How much of my young heart, O Spain,Went out to thee in days of yore!What dreams romantic filled my brain,And summoned back to life againThe Paladins..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Carillon
In the ancient town of Bruges,In the quaint old Flemish city,As the evening shades descended,Low and loud and sweetly blended,Low at times and loud..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Canzone
Ah me! ah me! when thinking of the years,The vanished years, alas, I do not findAmong them all one day that was my own!Fallacious hope; desires of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cantos From Dante's Paradiso
(Canto XXIII.)Even as a bird, 'mid the beloved leaves,Quiet upon the nest of her sweet broodThroughout the night, that hideth all things from us,Who..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cadenabbia. Lake Of Como. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaksThe silence of the summer day,As by the loveliest of all lakesI while the idle hours away.I pace the leafy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : Twilight
The twilight is sad and cloudy,The wind blows wild and free,And like the wings of sea-birdsFlash the white caps of the sea.But in the fisherman's..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Secret Of The Sea
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt meAs I gaze upon the sea!All the old romantic legends,All my dreams, come back to me.Sails of silk and ropes of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Lighthouse
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,And on its outer point, some miles away,The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,A pillar of fire by night, of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood
We sat within the farm-house old,Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold,An easy entrance, night and day.Not far..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Evening Star
Lo! in the paintedoriel 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
By The Seaside : Sir Humphrey Gilbert
Southward with fleet of iceSailed the corsair Death;Wild and gast blew the blast,And the east-wind was his breath.His lordly ships of iceGlisten in..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : The Singers
God sent his Singers upon earthWith songs of sadness and of mirth,That they might touch the hearts of men,And bring them back to heaven again.The..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : The Open Window
The old house by the lindensStood silent in the shade,And on the gravelled pathwayThe light and shadow played.I saw the nursery windowsWide open to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : The Builders
All are architects of Fate,Working in these walls of Time;Some with massive deeds and great,Some with ornaments of rhyme.Nothing useless is, or..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : Tegner's Death (Tegner's Drapa)
I heard a voice, that cried,'Balder the BeautifulIs dead, is dead!'And through the misty airPassed like the mournful cryOf sunward sailing cranes.I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An HourGlass
A handful of red sand, from the hot climeOf Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,The minister of Thought.How many weary..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : Resignation
There is no flock, however watched and tended,But one dead lamb is there!There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,But has one vacant chair!The air is..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Fireside : King Witlaf's Drinking-Horn
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons,Ere yet his last he breathed,To the merry monks of CroylandHis drinking-horn bequeathed,--That, whenever they sat at..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow