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").

The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the..

© William Wordsworth

Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel

Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,Is cropping audibly his later..

© William Wordsworth

The World Is Too Much With Us; Late And Soon

The world is too much with us; late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:Little we see in Nature that is ours;We have given our..

© William Wordsworth

She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways

She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,Maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love:A violet by a mossy stoneHalf..

© William Wordsworth

A Night Thought

Lo! where the Moon along the skySails with her happy destiny;Oft is she hid from mortal eyeOr dimly seen,But when the clouds asunder flyHow bright..

© William Wordsworth

A Character

I marvel how Nature could ever find spaceFor so many strange contrasts in one human face:There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and..

© William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils)

I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake..

© William Wordsworth

I Gave Myself To Him

580I gave myself to Him—And took Himself, for Pay,The solemn contract of a LifeWas ratified, this way—The Wealth might disappoint—Myself a poorer..

© Emily Dickinson

One Year Ago—jots What?

296One Year ago—jots what?God—spell the word! I—can't—Was't Grace? Not that—Was't Glory? That—will do—Spell slower—Glory—Such Anniversary shall..

© Emily Dickinson

Fame Of Myself, To Justify

713Fame of Myself, to justify,All other Plaudit beSuperfluous—An IncenseBeyond Necessity—Fame of Myself to lack—AlthoughMy Name be else Supreme—This..

© Emily Dickinson

It Is A Lonesome Glee

774It is a lonesome Glee—Yet sanctifies the Mind—With fair association—Afar upon the WindA Bird to overhearDelight without a Cause—Arrestless as..

© Emily Dickinson

It Is A Lonesome Glee

774It is a lonesome Glee—Yet sanctifies the Mind—With fair association—Afar upon the WindA Bird to overhearDelight without a Cause—Arrestless as..

© Emily Dickinson

It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow

584It ceased to hurt me, though so slowI could not feel the Anguish go—But only knew by looking back—That something—had benumbed the Track—Nor when..

© Emily Dickinson

Have You Got A Brook In Your Little Heart

136Have you got a Brook in your little heart,Where bashful flowers blow,And blushing birds go down to drink,And shadows tremble so—And nobody knows..

© Emily Dickinson

'Twas Love—not Me

394'Twas Love—not me—Oh punish—pray—The Real one died for Thee—Just Him—not me—Such Guilt—to love Thee—most!Doom it beyond the Rest—Forgive..

© Emily Dickinson

I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come

I many times thought Peace had comeWhen Peace was far away—As Wrecked Men—deem they sight the Land—At Centre of the Sea—And struggle slacker—but to..

© Emily Dickinson

For Largest Woman's Hearth I Knew

309For largest Woman's Hearth I knew—'Tis little I can do—And yet the largest Woman's HeartCould hold an Arrow—too—And so, instructed by my own,I..

© Emily Dickinson

It Don'T Sound So Terrible—quite—as It Did

426It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did—I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "Dead."Put it in Latin—left of my school—Seems it don't shriek so—under..

© Emily Dickinson

Drab Habitation Of Whom?

893Drab Habitation of Whom?Tabernacle or Tomb—Or Dome of Worm—Or Porch of Gnome—Or some Elf's Catacomb?

© Emily Dickinson

Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds

141Some, too fragile for winter windsThe thoughtful grave encloses—Tenderly tucking them in from frostBefore their feet are cold.Never the treasures..

© Emily Dickinson

Fame Is The Tine That Scholars Leave

866Fame is the tine that Scholars leaveUpon their Setting Names—The Iris not of OccidentThat disappears as comes—

© Emily Dickinson

Split The Lark&Mdash;And You'Ll Find The Music

861Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—Scantilly dealt to the Summer MorningSaved for your Ear when Lutes be..

© Emily Dickinson

Forget! The Lady With The Amulet

438Forget! The lady with the AmuletForget she wore it at her HeartBecause she breathed againstWas Treason twixt?Deny! Did Rose her Bee—For Privilege..

© Emily Dickinson

Exhilaration—is Within

383Exhilaration—is within—There can no Outer WineSo royally intoxicateAs that diviner BrandThe Soul achieves—Herself—To drink—or set awayFor..

© Emily Dickinson

Snow Flakes

I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town,And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down.And then they grew so jollyI did resign..

© Emily Dickinson