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").
Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich, like a canker in the fragrant rose,Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!O, in what sweets..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 140: Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not pressMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,Lest sorrow lend me words and words expressThe manner of my..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 143: Lo, As A Careful Huswife Runs To Catch
Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catchOne of her feathered creatures broke away,Sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatchIn pursuit of the..
© William Shakespeare
The Phoenix And The Turtle
Let the bird of loudest lay,On the sole Arabian tree,Herald sad and trumpet be,To whose sound chaste wings obey.But thou, shrieking harbinger,Foul..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 150: O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might
O, from what power hast thou this powerful mightWith insufficiency my heart to sway?To make me give the lie to my true sight,And swear that..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 49: Against That Time, If Ever That Time Come
Against that time, if ever that time come,When I shall see thee frown on my defects,When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,Called to that audit by..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,As to behold desert a beggar born,And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,And purest faith unhappily..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 1:
From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,Will be a tattered..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th' Impression Fill
Your love and pity doth th' impression fillWhich vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;For what care I who calls me well or ill,So you o'ergreen my..
© William Shakespeare
Now, My Co-Mates And Brothers In Exile
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,Hath not old customs make this life more sweetThan that of painted pomp? Are not these woodsMore free from..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world, dreaming on things to comeCan yet the lease of my true love control,Supposed as forfeit..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 123: No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.Thy pyramids built up with newer mightTo me are nothing novel, nothing strange;They are but dressings..
© William Shakespeare
A Doubt If It Be Us
859A doubt if it be UsAssists the staggering MindIn an extremer AnguishUntil it footing find.An Unreality is lent,A merciful MirageThat makes the..
© Emily Dickinson
There Is Another Sky
There is another sky,Ever serene and fair,And there is another sunshine,Though it be darkness there;Never mind faded forests, Austin,Never mind..
© Emily Dickinson
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
42A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!Your prayers, oh Passer by!From such a common ball as thisMight date a Victory!From marshallings as simpleThe flags..
© Emily Dickinson
Success Is Counted Sweetest
Success is counted sweetestBy those who ne'er succeed.To comprehend a nectarRequires sorest need.Not one of all the purple HostWho took the Flag..
© Emily Dickinson
A Slash Of Blue
204A slash of Blue—A sweep of Gray—Some scarlet patches on the way,Compose an Evening Sky—A little purple—slipped between—Some Ruby Trousers hurried..
© Emily Dickinson
Ample Make This Bed.
Ample make this bed.Make this bed with awe;In it wait till judgment breakExcellent and fair.Be its mattress straight,Be its pillow round;Let no..
© Emily Dickinson
A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear
87A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—A waking on a mornTo find that what one waked for,Inhales the different dawn.
© Emily Dickinson
A Door Just Opened On A Street
A door just opened on a street-I, lost, was passing by-An instant's width of warmth disclosedAnd wealth, and company.The door as sudden shut, and..
© Emily Dickinson
A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I
959A loss of something ever felt I—The first that I could recollectBereft I was—of what I knew notToo young that any should suspectA Mourner walked..
© Emily Dickinson
Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,Except that it is goneAre ignorant of its ConcernAs if it were not born.Through all their former Places, weLike..
© Emily Dickinson
"Houses"&Mdash;So The Wise Men Tell Me
127"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me—"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!Mansions cannot let the tears in,Mansions must exclude the storm!"Many..
© Emily Dickinson
'Morning' Means 'Milking' To The Farmer
300'Morning'—means 'Milking'—to the Farmer—Dawn—to the Teneriffe—Dice—to the Maid—Morning means just Risk—to the Lover—Just revelation—to the..
© Emily Dickinson