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").
Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806
CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid barsThrough the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeledBy breezeless air to smoothest polish, yieldA vivid..
© William Wordsworth
Argument For Suicide
Send this man to the mine, this to the battle,Famish an aged beggar at your gates,And let him die by inches- but for worldsLift not your hand against..
© William Wordsworth
Is It Dead—find It
417Is it dead—Find it—Out of sound—Out of sight—"Happy"? Which is wiser—You, or the Wind?"Conscious"? Won't you ask that—Of the low..
© Emily Dickinson
My Life Had Stood
My life had stood--a Loaded Gun--In Corners--till a DayThe Owner passed--identified--And carried Me away--And now We roam in Sovereign Woods--And now..
© Emily Dickinson
The 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
Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again?
139Soul, Wilt thou toss again?By just such a hazardHundreds have lost indeed—But tens have won an all—Angel's breathless ballotLingers to record..
© Emily Dickinson
To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave
126To fight aloud, is very brave—But gallanter, I knowWho charge within the bosomThe Cavalry of Woe—Who win, and nations do not see—Who fall—and none..
© Emily Dickinson
The Thorn
I'There is a Thorn--it looks so old,In truth, you'd find it hard to sayHow it could ever have been young,It looks so old and grey.Not higher than a..
© William Wordsworth
Talk With Prudence To A Beggar
119Talk with prudence to a BeggarOf "Potose," and the mines!Reverently, to the HungryOf your viands, and your wines!Cautious, hint to any CaptiveYou..
© Emily Dickinson
A lane of Yellow led the eye
A lane of Yellow led the eyeUnto a Purple WoodWhose soft inhabitants to beSurpasses solitudeIf Bird the silence contradictOr flower presume to showIn..
© Emily Dickinson
That After Horror—that 'Twas Us
286That after Horror—that 'twas us—That passed the mouldering Pier—Just as the Granite Crumb let go—Our Savior, by a Hair—A second more, had dropped..
© Emily Dickinson
A Prophecy. February 1807
HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!Thus in your books the record shall be found,'A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound--ARMINIUS!--all..
© William Wordsworth
That Distance Was Between Us
863That Distance was between UsThat is not of Mile or Main—The Will it is that situates—Equator—never can—
© Emily Dickinson
The Fountain
A ConversationWe talked with open heart, and tongueAffectionate and true,A pair of friends, though I was young,And Matthew seventy-two.We lay beneath..
© William Wordsworth
The Brain&Mdash;Is Wider Than The Sky
632The Brain—is wider than the Sky—For—put them side by side—The one the other will containWith ease—and You—beside—The Brain is deeper than the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Reason, Earth Is Short
301I reason, Earth is short—And Anguish—absolute—And many hurt,But, what of that?I reason, we could die—The best VitalityCannot excel Decay,But, what..
© Emily Dickinson
Alas! What Boots The Long Laborious Quest
ALAS! what boots the long laborious questOf moral prudence, sought through good and ill;Or pains abstruse-to elevate the will,And lead us on to that..
© William Wordsworth
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
. With an incident in which he was concernedIn the sweet shire of Cardigan,Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,An old Man dwells, a little man,--'Tis..
© William Wordsworth
On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic
ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee; And was the safeguard of the West: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth,Venice, the..
© William Wordsworth
The Forsaken
The peace which other seek they find;The heaviest storms not longet last;Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mindAn amnesty for what is past;When..
© William Wordsworth
On The Departure Of Sir Walter Scott From Abbotsford
. A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,Nor of the setting sun's pathetic lightEngendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height:Spirits of Power..
© William Wordsworth
With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Sky
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky,"How silently, and with how wan a face!"Where art thou? Thou so often seen on highRunning among the..
© William Wordsworth
To A Sky-Lark
Up with me! up with me into the clouds!For thy song, Lark, is strong;Up with me, up with me into the clouds!Singing, singing,With clouds and sky..
© William Wordsworth
Fidelity
A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears,A cry as of a dog or fox;He halts--and searches with his eyesAmong the scattered rocks:And now at distance can..
© William Wordsworth
The Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman
Before I see another day,Oh let my body die away!In sleep I heard the northern gleams;The stars, they were among my dreams;In rustling conflict..
© William Wordsworth