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").

Il Ponte Vecchio Di Firenze

Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio sono;Cinquecent' anni giá sull' Arno piantoIl piede, come il suo Michele SantoPiantó sul draco. Mentre ch' io..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day

I heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweet the words repeatOf peace on earth, good will to men.I thought..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hymn To The Night

I heard the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls!I saw her sable skirts all fringed with lightFrom the celestial walls!I felt..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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 cowled head;And the censer burning..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hymn For My Brother's Ordination

Christ to the young man said: 'Yet one thing more;If thou wouldst perfect be,Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,And come and follow..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Holidays

The holiest of all holidays are thoseKept by ourselves in silence and apart;The secret anniversaries of the heart,When the full river of feeling..

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Hiawatha's Wooing

"As unto the bow the cord is,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him, yet she follows;Useless each without..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast

You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,How the handsome YenadizzeDanced at Hiawatha's wedding;How the gentle Chibiabos,He the sweetest of musicians,Sang..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hiawatha's Sailing

"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!Growing by the rushing river,Tall and stately in the valley!I a light canoe..

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Hiawatha's Lamentation

In those days the Evil Spirits,All the Manitos of mischief,Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom,And his love for Chibiabos,Jealous of their faithful..

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Hiawatha's Friends

Two good friends had Hiawatha,Singled out from all the others,Bound to him in closest union,And to whom he gave the right handOf his heart, in joy..

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Hiawatha's Fishing

Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,On the shining Big-Sea-Water,With his fishing-line of cedar,Of the twisted bark of cedar,Forth to catch the sturgeon..

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Hiawatha's Fasting

You shall hear how HiawathaPrayed and fasted in the forest,Not for greater skill in hunting,Not for greater craft in fishing,Not for triumphs in the..

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Hiawatha's Departure

By the shore of Gitche Gumee,By the shining Big-Sea-Water,At the doorway of his wigwam,In the pleasant Summer morning,Hiawatha stood and waited.All..

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Hiawatha's Childhood

Downward through the evening twilight,In the days that are forgotten,In the unremembered ages,From the full moon fell Nokomis,Fell the beautiful..

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Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather

On the shores of Gitche Gumee,Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,Stood Nokomis, the old woman,Pointing with her finger westward,O'er the water pointing..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis

Out of childhood into manhoodNow had grown my Hiawatha,Skilled in all the craft of hunters,Learned in all the lore of old men,In all youthful sports..

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Hermes Trismegistus

Still through Egypt's desert placesFlows the lordly Nile,From its banks the great stone facesGaze with patient smile.Still the pyramids..

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Helen Of Tyre

What phantom is this that appearsThrough the purple mist of the years,Itself but a mist like these?A woman of cloud and of fire;It is she; it is..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Haunted Houses. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

All houses wherein men have lived and diedAre haunted houses. Through the open doorsThe harmless phantoms on their errands glide,With feet that make..

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Haroun Al Raschid

One day, Haroun Al Raschid readA book wherein the poet said:--"Where are the kings, and where the restOf those who once the world possessed?"They're..

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Good Part, That Shall Not Be Taken Away, The

She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,In valleys green and cool;And all her hope and all her prideAre in the village school.Her soul, like the..

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God's-Acre

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which callsThe burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just;It consecrates each grave within its walls,And breathes a..

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Garfield

'E venni dal martirio a questa pace.'These words the poet heard in Paradise,Uttered by one who, bravely dying here,In the true faith was living in..

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From The Spanish Cancioneros

I.Eyes so tristful, eyes so tristful,Heart so full of care and cumber,I was lapped in rest and slumber,Ye have made me wakeful, wistful!In this life..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow