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").
Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead
Home they brought her warrior dead:She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:All her maidens, watching, said,‘She must weep or she will die.’Then they praised..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’OVID.And ask ye why these sad tears stream?Why these wan eyes are dim with..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Break, Break, Break
Break, break, break,On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!And I would that my tongue could utterThe thoughts that arise in me.O, well for the fisherman's..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
A Farewell
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,Thy tribute wave deliver:No more by thee my steps shall be,For ever and for ever.Flow, softly flow, by lawn and..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Things Will Die
All Things will DieClearly the blue river chimes in its flowingUnder my eye;Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowingOver the sky.One after..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Crossing The Bar
Sunset and evening star,And one clear call for me!And may there be no moaning of the bar,When I put out to sea,But such a tide as moving seems..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Brook
I come from haunts of coot and hern,I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley.By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Charge Of The Light Brigade
HALF a league, half a league,Half a league onward,All in the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.'Forward, the Light Brigade!Charge for the guns! '..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lincoln
by Annette WynneA log cabin, rude and rough—This was house and home enoughFor one small boy; there in the chimney placeWith glowing faceThe eager..
© Presidents Day
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;The port is near, the..
© Presidents Day
Washington's Birthday
by Hezekiah Butterworth▼ Full TextThe bells of Mount Vernon are ringing to-day,And what say their melodious numbersTo the flag blooming air? List..
© Presidents Day
A Little Boy and a Cherry Tree
by Annette WynneA little boy and a cherry tree,A strong young man who proved to beA worker with his brain and hand,A soldier for his well-loved..
© Presidents Day
Washington
by Annette WynneFirst of our great, we bringNew tributes to your name, and singSongs of remembrance on your day;Years cannot ever wear awayOur thanks..
© Presidents Day
Our Presidents—A Memory Rhyme
by Isabel Ambler Gilman First on the list is Washington, Virginia's proudest name;John Adams next, the Federalist, from Massachusetts came;Three..
© Presidents Day
The Turtle
Not because of his eyes,the eyes of a bird,but because he is beaked,birdlike, to do an injury,has the turtle attracted you.He is your only pet.When..
© William Carlos Williams
The Ivy Crown
The whole process is a lie,unless,crowned by excess,It break forcefully,one way or another,from its confinement—or find a deeper well.Antony and..
© William Carlos Williams
Gulls
My townspeople, beyond in the great world,are many with whom it were far moreprofitable for me to live than here with you.These whirr about me..
© William Carlos Williams
The Poem
It's all inthe sound. A song.Seldom a song. It shouldbe a song—made ofparticulars, wasps,a gentian—somethingimmediate, openscissors, a..
© William Carlos Williams
Kora In Hell: Improvisations Vii
1It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake's edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the..
© William Carlos Williams
Kora In Hell: Improvisations Xvii
1Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks!..
© William Carlos Williams
Kora In Hell: Improvisations Ii
1Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might..
© William Carlos Williams
Kora In Hell: Improvisations Xxvii
1This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful..
© William Carlos Williams