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").
By The Fireside : Gaspar Becerra
By his evening fire the artistPondered o'er his secret shame;Baffled, weary, and disheartened,Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.'T was an image of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Boston
St. Botolph's Town! Hither across the plainsAnd fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere,There came a Saxon monk, and founded hereA Priory, pillaged by..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Blind Bartimeus
Blind Bartimeus at the gatesOf Jericho in darkness waits;He hears the crowd;--he hears a breathSay, "It is Christ of Nazareth!"And calls, in tones of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Blessing The Cornfields
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha,Of the happy days that followed,In the land of the Ojibways,In the pleasant land and peaceful!Sing the mysteries of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Blessed Are The Dead. (From The German)
O, how blest are ye whose toils are ended!Who, through death, have unto God ascended!Ye have arisenFrom the cares which keep us still in prison.We..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Birds Of Passage
Black shadows fallFrom the lindens tall,That lift aloft their massive wallAgainst the southern sky;And from the realmsOf the shadowy elmsA tide-like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beware! (From The German)
I know a maiden fair to see,Take care!She can both false and friendly be,Beware! Beware!Trust her not,She is fooling thee!She has two eyes, so soft..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beowulf's Expedition To Heort
Thus then, much care-worn,The son of HealfdenSorrowed evermore,Nor might the prudent heroHis woes avert.The war was too hard,Too loath and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Belisarius
I am poor and old and blind;The sun burns me, and the windBlows through the city gateAnd covers me with dustFrom the wheels of the augustJustinian..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Belfry Of Bruges, The
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown;Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er thetown.As the summer morn..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beleaguered City, The
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,Some legend strange and vague,That a midnight host of spectres paleBeleaguered the walls of Prague.Beside..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.)
Even as the Blessed, at the final summons,Shall rise up quickened, each one from his grave,Wearing again the garments of the flesh,So, upon that..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Barèges. (From The French Of Lefranc De Pompignan)
I leave you, ye cold mountain chains,Dwelling of warriors stark and frore!You, may these eyes behold no more,Rave on the horizon of our..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Autumnal Nightfall
Round Autumn's mouldering urnLoud mourns the chill and cheerless gale,When nightfall shades the quiet valeAnd stars in beauty burn.'Tis the year's..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Autumn
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,And stately oxen..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Arsenal At Springfield, The
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;But front their silent pipes no anthem pealingStartles the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Annie Of Tharaw. (From The Low German Of Simon Dach)
Annie of Tharaw, my true love of old,She is my life, and my goods, and my gold.Annie of Tharaw, her heart once againTo me has surrendered in joy and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Sweet the memory is to meOf a land beyond the sea,Where the waves and mountains meet,Where amid her mulberry-treesSits Amalfi in the heat,Bathing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Allah. (From The German Of Mahlmann)
Allah gives light in darkness,Allah gives rest in pain,Cheeks that are white with weepingAllah paints red again.The flowers and the blossoms..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Agassiz
I stand again on the familiar shore,And hear the waves of the distracted seaPiteously calling and lamenting thee,And waiting restless at thy cottage..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Afternoon In February
The day is ending,The night is descending;The marsh is frozen,The river dead.Through clouds like ashesThe red sun flashesOn village windowsThat..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Aftermath
When the summer fields are mown,When the birds are fledged and flown,And the dry leaves strew the path;With the falling of the snow,With the cawing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow