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").
I Hide Myself Within My Flower
903I hide myself within my flower,That fading from your Vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for me—Almost a loneliness.
© Emily Dickinson
Victory Comes Late
690Victory comes late—And is held low to freezing lips—Too rapt with frostTo take it—How sweet it would have tasted—Just a Drop—Was God so..
© Emily Dickinson
To Lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gainAll other hearts I knew.Tis true the drought is destituteBut, then, I had the dew!The Caspian has its realms of..
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas The Old—road—through Pain
344'Twas the old—road—through pain—That unfrequented—one—With many a turn—and thorn—That stops—at Heaven—This—was the Town—she passed—There—where..
© Emily Dickinson
Take Your Heaven Further On
388Take your Heaven further on—This—to Heaven divine Has gone—Had You earlier blundered inPossibly, e'en You had seenAn Eternity—put on—Now—to ring a..
© Emily Dickinson
To Own The Art Within The Soul
855To own the Art within the SoulThe Soul to entertainWith Silence as a CompanyAnd Festival maintainIs an unfurnished CircumstancePossession is to..
© Emily Dickinson
Triumph—may Be Of Several Kinds
455Triumph—may be of several kinds—There's Triumph in the RoomWhen that Old Imperator—Death—By Faith
© Emily Dickinson
I'M Sorry For The Dead—today
529I'm sorry for the Dead—Today—It's such congenial timesOld Neighbors have at fences—It's time o' year for Hay.And Broad—Sunburned..
© Emily Dickinson
I Stepped From Plank To Plank
I stepped from plank to plankSo slow and cautiously;The stars about my head I felt,About my feet the sea.I knew not but the nextWould be my final..
© Emily Dickinson
Stanzas
WITHIN our happy castle there dwelt OneWhom without blame I may not overlook;For never sun on living creature shoneWho more devout enjoyment with us..
© William Wordsworth
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