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").
A Ho! A Ho! (Song )
Act II Scene ii, lines 26-55A ho! A ho!Love's horn doth blow,And he will out a-hawking go.His shafts are light as beauty's sighs,And bright as..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
To Sea! To Sea!
TO sea, to sea! The calm is o'er;The wanton water leaps in sport,And rattles down the pebbly shore;The dolphin wheels, the sea-cow snorts,And unseen..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Resurrection Song.
Thread the nerves through the right holes;Get out of my bones, you wormy souls.Shut up my stomach, the ribs are full;Muscles be steady and ready to..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
If Thou Wilt Ease Thine Heart
IF thou wilt ease thine heartOf love, and all its smart,-Then sleep, dear, sleep!And not a sorrowHang any tear on your eyelashes;Lie still and..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Another
Tis a moon-tinted primrose, with a wellOf trembling dew; in its soft atmosphere,A tiny whirlwind of sweet smells, doth swellA lady bird; and when no..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Dream-Pedlary
IF there were dreams to sell, What would you buy?Some cost a passing bell; Some a light sigh,That shakes from Life's fresh crownOnly a rose-leaf..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Song From The Waters
Act I, scene iv, lines 259-72The swallow leaves her nest,The soul my weary breast;But therefore let the rainOn my graveFall pure; for why..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
A Clock Striking Midnight
Hark to the echo of Time’s footsteps; goneThise moments are into the unseen graveOf ages. Thy have vanished nameless. None,While they are deep under..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Song
HOW many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new-fall'n year,Whose white and sable hours..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
To Night
So thou art come again, old black-winged night,Like an huge bird, between us and the sun,Hiding, with out-stretched form, the genial light;And still..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
The Last Man
By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,But think myself into a god; old DeathShall dream he..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Songs From “death’s Jest-Book” Ii - Dirge
IF thou wilt ease thine heartOf love and all its smart,Then sleep, dear, sleep;And not a sorrowHang any tear on your eye-lashes;Lie still and..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Song From The Ship
To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er;The wanton water leaps in sport,And rattles down the pebbly shore;The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort,And unseen..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Ballad Of Human Life
When we were girl and boy together,We toss'd about the flowersAnd wreath'd the blushing hoursInto a posy green and sweet.I sought the youngest..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
The Quiet Revolution
Innovation does not shout,It whispers softly all about.It bends the rules, it breaks the line,It turns a thought into design.Celebrate the quiet..
© National Creativity Day
Hands and Heart
Hands that build and hearts that dream,Create more than the eye can seem.A chair, a song, a simple phrase,Transforming ordinary days.Each act of..
© National Creativity Day
The Endless Room
Step inside the mind’s vast hall,Where nothing’s rigid, nothing small.Ideas float like whispered tunes,Dancing under unseen moons.National Creativity..
© National Creativity Day
Colors of the Mind
Not all art is painted bright,Not all songs are sung at night.Creativity hides in subtle ways,In quiet words and gentle praise.Celebrate the forms..
© National Creativity Day
Spark of Thought
A single idea lights the mind,A spark that dances, free, unlined.It twists and turns, then starts to grow,A seed of something none yet know.On this..
© National Creativity Day
Leaving the Hall
When doors close and evening comes,The echoes do not fade away.They travel with us through the streets,And shape the things we say.A museum visit..
© International Museum Day
Stillness Speaks
No rush inside these careful walls,Just stories resting, calm and deep.A sculpture waits, a portrait calls,For wandering minds to keep.The world..
© International Museum Day
Museum Light
Light falls softly on old stone,On brushstrokes, maps, and faded thread.Each object keeps a living breathOf lives once fully led.We walk through..
© International Museum Day
Glass and Time
Behind the glass, a fragile past,A cup, a crown, a letter worn.Someone held these long ago,In a different place, a different dawn.We stand and look..
© International Museum Day
Quiet Gallery
Soft footsteps on a polished floor,A painting waits behind its frame.Years and voices linger here,Though none remain the same.In silent halls the..
© International Museum Day
The Last Song Tonight
One more track before we sleep,One more chorus, low and kind.Music wraps around the darkAnd settles softly in the mind.When the world is hard to..
© World Music Day