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").
Frithiof's Temptation. (From The Swedish)
Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, and smiles the sun,And the loosened torrents downward, singing, to the ocean run;Glowing like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Frithiof's Homestead. (From The Swedish)
Three miles extended around the fields of the homestead, on three sidesValleys and mountains and hills, but on the fourth side was the ocean.Birch..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Friar Lubin. (From The French)
To gallop off to town post-haste,So oft, the times I cannot tell;To do vile deed, nor feel disgraced,--Friar Lubin will do it well.But a sober life..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Four Winds, The
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"Cried the warriors, cried the old men,When he came in triumph homewardWith the sacred Belt of Wampum,From the regions of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Forsaken. (From The German)
Something the heart must have to cherish,Must love and joy and sorrow learn,Something with passion clasp, or perish,And in itself to ashes burn.So to..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Footsteps Of Angels
When the hours of Day are numbered,And the voices of the NightWake the better soul, that slumbered,To a holy, calm delight;Ere the evening lamps are..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flowers-De-Luce: Noël
Quand les astres de NoëlBrillaient, palpitaient au ciel,Six gaillards, et chacun ivre,Chantaient gaiment dans le givre,'Bons amis,Allons donc chez..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flowers
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,Stars, that in..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow
'Tis late at night, and in the realm of sleepMy little lambs are folded like the flocks;From room to room I hear the wakeful clocksChallenge the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: The Wind Over The Chimney
See, the fire is sinking low,Dusky red the embers glow,While above them still I cower,While a moment more I linger,Though the clock, with lifted..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: The Bridge Of Cloud
Burn, O evening hearth, and wakenPleasant visions, as of old!Though the house by winds be shaken,Safe I keep this room of gold!Ah, no longer wizard..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant
O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn!From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted,Your..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis
I lay upon the headland-height, and listenedTo the incessant sobbing of the seaIn caverns under me,And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Killed At The Ford
He is dead, the beautiful youth,The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,He, the life and light of us all,Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call,Whom..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Hawthorne
How beautiful it was, that one bright dayIn the long week of rain!Though all its splendor could not chase awayThe omnipresent pain.The lovely town..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Giotto's Tower
How many lives, made beautiful and sweetBy self-devotion and by self-restraint,Whose pleasure is to run without complaintOn unknown errands of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: Divina Commedia
I.Oft have I seen at some cathedral doorA laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,Lay down his burden, and with reverent feetEnter, and cross himself..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower-De-Luce: 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
Fire. (Sonnet Ii.)
Not without fire can any workman mouldThe iron to his preconceived design,Nor can the artist without fire refineAnd purify from all its dross the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fata Morgana
O sweet illusions of songThat tempt me everywhere,In the lonely fields, and the throngOf the crowded thoroughfare!I approach and ye vanish away,I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Famine, The
Oh the long and dreary Winter!Oh the cold and cruel Winter!Ever thicker, thicker, thickerFroze the ice on lake and river,Ever deeper, deeper..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Excelsior
The shades of night were falling fast,As through an Alpine village passedA youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,A banner with the strange..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evening Star, The
Lo! in the painted oriel 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
Evangeline: Preface
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,Stand like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. V.
IN that delightful land, which is washed by the Delaware's waters,Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle.Stands on the banks of its..
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