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 146:

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,[……] these rebel powers that thee array,Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,Painting thy outward..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 7: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light

Lo, in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks his..

© William Shakespeare

Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble"

Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn and caldron bubble.Fillet of a fenny snake,In the caldron boil and bake;Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cvi

When in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rhymeIn praise of ladies dead and lovely..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cli

Love is too young to know what conscience is;Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,Lest guilty of my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest

But be contented when that fell arrestWithout all bail shall carry me away;My life hath in this line some interest,Which for memorial still with thee..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made

What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend?Since everyone hath, every one, one shade,And you, but one..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets X

THEN hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,And do not drop..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 24: “mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled…”

Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled,Thy beauty's form in table of my heart,My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,And perspective it is..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write

O, how I faint when I of you do write,Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,And in the praise thereof spends all his mightTo make me tongue-tied..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxii

Your love and pity doth the impression fillWhich vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;For what care I who calls me well or ill,So you o'er-green my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,And all my soul, and all my every part;And for this sin there is no remedy,It is so grounded inward in my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air And Purging Fire

The other two, slight air and purging fire,Are both with thee, wherever I abide;The first my thought, the other my desire,These present-absent with..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 44: If The Dull Substance Of My Flesh Were Thought

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,Injurious distance should not stop my way;For then despite of space I would be brought,From limits far..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxviii

How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,Upon that blessed wood whose motion soundsWith thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'stThe wiry..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxliii

Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catchOne of her feather'd creatures broke away,Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatchIn pursuit of the..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 52: So Am I As The Rich Whose BlessÈD Key

So am I as the rich whose blessèd keyCan bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure,The which he will not every hour survey,For blunting the fine..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxii

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull character'd with lasting memory,Which shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date, even to..

© William Shakespeare

And This Of All My Hopes

913And this of all my HopesThis, is the silent endBountiful colored, my Morning roseEarly and sere, its endNever Bud from a StemStepped with so gay a..

© Emily Dickinson

As One Does Sickness Over

957As One does Sickness overIn convalescent Mind,His scrutiny of ChancesBy blessed Health obscured—As One rewalks a PrecipiceAnd whittles at the..

© Emily Dickinson

Could Live—did Live

43Could live—did live—Could die—did die—Could smile upon the wholeThrough faith in one he met not,To introduce his soul.Could go from scene..

© Emily Dickinson

Death Is Potential To That Man

548Death is potential to that ManWho dies—and to his friend—Beyond that—unconspicuousTo Anyone but God—Of these Two—God remembersThe longest—for the..

© Emily Dickinson

I Like To See It Lap The Miles

I like to see it lap the miles,And lick the valleys up,And stop to feed itself at tanks;And then, prodigious, stepAround a pile of mountains,And..

© Emily Dickinson

It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --

It dropped so low -- in my Regard --I heard it hit the Ground --And go to pieces on the StonesAt bottom of my Mind --Yet blamed the Fate that flung..

© Emily Dickinson