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").
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
A Wraith In The Mist. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
On the green little isle of Inchkenneth,Who is it that walks by the shore,So gay with his Highland blue bonnet,So brave with his targe and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Summer Day By The Sea
The sun is set; and in his latest beamsYon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,The falling mantle of the Prophet..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Song Of Savoy
As the dim twilight shroudsThe mountain's purple crest,And Summer's white and folded cloudsAre glowing in the west,Loud shouts come up the rocky..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Shadow
I said unto myself, if I were dead,What would befall these children? What would beTheir fate, who now are looking up to meFor help and furtherance?..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Psalm Of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Nameless Grave
'A soldier of the Union mustered out,'Is the inscription on an unknown graveAt Newport News, beside the salt-sea wave,Nameless and dateless; sentinel..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Gleam Of Sunshine
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,Let me review the scene,And summon from the shadowy PastThe forms that once have been.The Past and Present..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Dutch Picture. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Simon Danz has come home again,From cruising about with his buccaneers;He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,And carried away the Dean of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Day Of Sunshine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
O gift of God! O perfect day:Whereon shall no man work, but play;Whereon it is enough for me,Not to be doing, but to be!Through every fibre of my..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
A fleet with flags arrayedSailed from the port of Brest,And the Admiral's ship displayedThe signal: 'Steer southwest.'For this Admiral D'AnvilleHad..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Boy O' Mine
'Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, this is my prayer for you,This is my dream and my thought and my care for you:Strong be the spirit which dwells in the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lines For A Flag Raising Ceremony
FULL many a flag the breeze has kissed;Through ages long the morning sunHas risen over the early mistThe flags of men to look upon.And some were red..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Picture Books
I HOLD the finest picture-booksAre woods an' fields an' runnin' brooks;An' when the month o' May has doneHer paintin', an' the mornin' sunIs lightin'..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Cheat
I cheated a good friend yesterday,Kept what was his, and went my way,Wronged him by silence-for in hasteI let a glad thought go to waste.I had a word..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Best Land
If I knew a better land on this glorious world of ours,Where a man gets bigger money and is working shorter hours;If the Briton or the Frenchman had..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Fifty-Per-Cent Man
He limped into the place one day, a leg and arm were gone,'Just half a man,' he told the boss, 'right now you look upon.An accident did this to me..
© Edgar Albert Guest