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: The Wine Of Jurançon. (From The French Of Charles Coran)
Little sweet wine of Jurançon,You are dear to my memory still!With mine host and his merry song,Under the rose-tree I drank my fill.Twenty years..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: The Poet's Calendar
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates;Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates,The years that through my portals..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: The Four Lakes Of Madison
Four limpid lakes,--four NaiadesOr sylvan deities are these,In flowing robes of azure dressed;Four lovely handmaids, that upholdTheir shining..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: The City And The Sea
The panting City cried to the Sea,'I am faint with heat,--O breathe on me!'And the Sea said, 'Lo, I breathe! but my breathTo some will be life, to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade
I.What is this I read in history,Full of marvel, full of mystery,Difficult to understand?Is it fiction, is it truth?Children in the flower of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Sundown
The summer sun is sinking low;Only the tree-tops redden and glow:Only the weathercock on the spireOf the neighboring church is a flame of fire;All is..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Prelude
As treasures that men seek,Deep buried in sea-sands,Vanish if they but speak,And elude their eager hands,So ye escape and slip,O songs, and fade..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Possibilities
Where are the Poets, unto whom belongThe Olympian heights; whose singing shafts were sentStraight to the mark, and not from bows half bent,But with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In The Harbour: Moonlight
As a pale phantom with a lampAscends some ruin's haunted stair,So glides the moon along the dampMysterious chambers of the air.Now hidden in cloud..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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