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").

Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xviii

Nor were the rest astonished. Even he,Natalia's lord, in all complacent graceLooked on approving of her act when sheStepped forward with her face to..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xvii

Nor yet in vain. For to him through the routBehold, 'mid herald whispers of her nameAnd laughing eyes and welcome hands held out,Natalia's self..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xvi

Among the rest ('twas thus his dream went onWhile Adrian slept) in more than courteous moodAnd smiling welcome, fairer scarce was none,That noble..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xv

Anon, ere yet his pleasure was awareOf other presence with him in that place,A growing murmur in the jubilant air,With hum of voices gathering..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xix

And still the music sounded near and near,Loud and more loud on Adrian's nuptial way,Preluding soft, as 'twere a dulcimer,But gathering strength and..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xiii

A heritage for ever. Such a sleepCame upon Adrian and such a dream,As in the shade he lay a weary heap.For, while he rested, still it seemed to himHe..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xii

He slept as only under the free heavenIt is given to sleep, a slumber shadowlessAs the broad river to whose banks at evenThat spirit comes which..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xi

So in his agony at noon he came,On the third day, to where without the wallsStood San Lorenzo with its front of flame,Where mourners wait the..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet X

But with full daylight finding no relief,Though he had spent the newness of his fearsAnd looked with altered eyes upon his grief,For sorrow often..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Viii

And so it was that, sitting ever thusDumb to all speech of those that knew her woeAnd bare with her sole sorrow in the house,And ever watching with..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Vii

But where he fared and how, it matters not.He and his mourning ere a month had runWere out of mind with all and clean forgot,Kinsman and friend and..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Vi

So he departed angry and in haste,A bitter wanderer on the ways of life:He cared not whither so he found a feastSpread for his hunger which should..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet V

Until it happened, as such things will be,That she, who had a proud man for her spouseNone the less loving that unloved was he,Must bear a child, the..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Ix

Thus Adrian learned it. And behold, his heart,Which he had hardened against all dismay,And wrapped up secretly and laid apartAs something which..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Iv

But Adrian, who was young and all athirstFor human joy, and turbulent and strong,Grew discontent with her despairs and curst,Nor spared he her the..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Iii

Matron was she of a great Roman house,And wed in youth to one she might not love;Her birth, her fortune, her name luminous,Such as all noblest..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Ii

'Twas thus with my Natalia, suppliant soul,Who loved young Adrian to her heart's despite,And loved him dearly, yet could not cajoleHer fears of ill..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet I

Oh! woe is me for beauty idly blown!And woe for passionate youth and joys that wait!And woe for foolish love that is undoneBy woman's fear, and..

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My Only Title

My only title to her graceIs her sad, too silent face;All my right to call her mineThe twin tears that on it shine,Tears that tell of griefs long..

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Moonstruck

I have quarrelled with the Moon. I loved her once,As all boys love one face supremely fair.I had heard her praised, and I too, happy dunce,Let my..

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Mitigations

My prison has its pleasures. Every dayAt breakfast--time, spare meal of milk and bread,Sparrows come trooping in familiar wayWith head aside..

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Many Are Called

Many are called, dear heart, to happiness,But few are chosen, even for a wild short year.Love calls us from our sleep, and we make stressTo rise and..

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Love’s Likenings

He.To what, love, shall I liken thee?Thou, methinks, shalt firstly beA blue flower with nodding bellsIn the hollow of a tree.When the wind blows..

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Love Rides Disguised

What name is his, thy knight's? Nay, ask it not.If fate should hear thee, child, what griefs might come.Love rides disguised. He fears a..

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Love Me A Little

Love me a little, love me as thou wilt,Whether a draught it be of passionate winePoured with both hands divine,Or just a cup of water spiltOn dying..

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