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").
It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear
It was an April morning: fresh and clearThe Rivulet, delighting in its strength,Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voiceOf waters which the..
© William Wordsworth
From Us She Wandered Now A Year
890From Us She wandered now a Year,Her tarrying, unknown,If Wilderness prevent her feetOr that Ethereal ZoneNo eye hath seen and livedWe ignorant..
© Emily Dickinson
The Chariot
Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste,And..
© Emily Dickinson
It Dropped So Low In My Regard
It dropped so low in my regardI heard it hit the ground,And go to pieces on the stonesAt bottom of my mind;Yet blamed the fate that fractured..
© Emily Dickinson
It Tossed—and Tossed
723It tossed—and tossed—A little Brig I knew—o'ertook by Blast—It spun—and spun—And groped delirious, for Morn—It slipped—and slipped—As One that..
© Emily Dickinson
Nature, The Gentlest Mother
Nature, the gentlest mother,Impatient of no child,The feeblest or the waywardest,Her admonition mildIn forest and the hillBy traveller is..
© Emily Dickinson
Twas Such A Little—little Boat
107'Twas such a little—little boatThat toddled down the bay!'Twas such a gallant—gallant seaThat beckoned it away!'Twas such a greedy, greedy..
© Emily Dickinson
Such Is The Force Of Happiness
787Such is the Force of Happiness—The Least—can lift a TonAssisted by its stimulus—Who Misery—sustain—No Sinew can afford—The Cargo of Themselves—Too..
© Emily Dickinson
work For Immortality
406Some—Work for Immortality—The Chiefer part, for Time—He—Compensates—immediately—The former—Checks—on Fame—Slow Gold—but Everlasting—The Bullion of..
© Emily Dickinson
Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below!
129Cocoon above! Cocoon below!Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you soWhat all the world suspect?An hour, and gay on every treeYour secret, perched in..
© Emily Dickinson
It Was A Grave, Yet Bore No Stone
876It was a Grave, yet bore no StoneEnclosed 'twas not of RailA Consciousness its Acre, andIt held a Human Soul.Entombed by whom, for what offenceIf..
© Emily Dickinson
Essential Oils—are Wrung
675Essential Oils—are wrung—The Attar from the RoseBe not expressed by Suns—alone—It is the gift of Screws—The General Rose—decay—But this—in Lady's..
© Emily Dickinson
It Did Not Surprise Me
39It did not surprise me—So I said—or thought—She will stir her pinionsAnd the nest forgot,Traverse broader forests—Build in gayer boughs,Breathe in..
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet&Mdash;You Forgot&Mdash;But I Remembered
523Sweet—You forgot—but I rememberedEvery time—for Two—So that the Sum be never hinderedThrough Decay of You—Say if I erred? Accuse my..
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas Warm—at First—like Us
519'Twas warm—at first—like Us—Until there crept uponA Chill—like frost upon a Glass—Till all the scene—be gone.The Forehead copied Stone—The Fingers..
© Emily Dickinson
Experience Is The Angled Road
910Experience is the Angled RoadPreferred against the MindBy—Paradox—the Mind itself—Presuming it to leadQuite Opposite—How ComplicateThe Discipline..
© Emily Dickinson
My Friend Must Be A Bird
92My friend must be a Bird—Because it flies!Mortal, my friend must be,Because it dies!Barbs has it, like a Bee!Ah, curious friend!Thou puzzlest me!
© Emily Dickinson
A Complaint
There is a change- and I am poor;Your love hath been, nor long ago,A fountain at my fond heart's door,Whose only business was to flow;And flow it..
© William Wordsworth
A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,A rude and natural causeway, interposedBetween the water and a winding slopeOf copse and thicket, leaves..
© William Wordsworth
Soto! Explore Thyself!
832Soto! Explore thyself!Therein thyself shalt findThe "Undiscovered Continent"—No Settler had the Mind.
© Emily Dickinson
You Love The Lord—you Cannot See
487You love the Lord—you cannot see—You write Him—every day—A little note—when you awake—And further in the Day.An Ample Letter—How you miss—And..
© Emily Dickinson
A Night-Piece
The sky is overcastWith a continuous cloud of texture close,Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,Which through that veil is indistinctly..
© William Wordsworth
Sweet, To Have Had Them Lost
901Sweet, to have had them lostFor news that they be saved—The nearer they departed UsThe nearer they, restored,Shall stand to Our Right Hand—Most..
© Emily Dickinson
It Knew No Medicine
559It knew no Medicine—It was not Sickness—then—Nor any need of Surgery—And therefore—'twas not Pain—It moved away the Cheeks—A Dimple at a time—And..
© Emily Dickinson
Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey
Five years have past; five summers, with the lengthOf five long winters! and again I hearThese waters, rolling from their mountain-springsWith a soft..
© William Wordsworth