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").

Evening On Calais Beach

IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sunIs sinking down in its..

© William Wordsworth

Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your stepsUp the tumultuous brook of Greenhead Ghyll,You will suppose that with an upright pathYour feet must..

© William Wordsworth

A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine

GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wingsMight bear thee to this glen,With faithful memory left of thingsTo pencil dear and pen,Thou would'st forego the..

© William Wordsworth

Character Of The Happy Warrior

. Who is the happy Warrior? Who is heThat every man in arms should wish to be?--It is the generous Spirit, who, when broughtAmong the tasks of real..

© William Wordsworth

After-Thought

. I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,As being past away.--Vain sympathies!For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,I see what was, and is..

© William Wordsworth

A Parsonage In Oxfordshire

Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,Is marked by no distinguishable line;The turf unites, the pathways intertwine;And, wheresoe'er the stealing..

© William Wordsworth

Perfect Woman

SHE was a phantom of delightWhen first she gleam'd upon my sight;A lovely apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament;Her eyes as stars of twilight..

© William Wordsworth

Andrew Jones

I hate that Andrew Jones; he'll breedHis children up to waste and pillage.I wish the press-gang or the drumWith its tantara sound would come,And..

© William Wordsworth

The Battle Fought Between The Soul

594The Battle fought between the SoulAnd No Man—is the OneOf all the Battles prevalent—By far the Greater One—No News of it is had abroad—Its..

© Emily Dickinson

Taking Up The Fair Ideal

428Taking up the fair Ideal,Just to cast her downWhen a fracture—we discover—Or a splintered Crown—Makes the Heavens portable—And the Gods—a..

© Emily Dickinson

Anecdote For Fathers

I HAVE a boy of five years old;His face is fair and fresh to see;His limbs are cast in beautyÕs moldAnd dearly he loves me.One morn we strolled on..

© William Wordsworth

It Was Too Late For Man

623It was too late for Man—But early, yet, for God—Creation—impotent to help—But Prayer—remained—Our Side—How excellent the Heaven—When Earth—cannot..

© Emily Dickinson

To My Small Hearth His Fire Came

638To my small Hearth His fire came—And all my House aglowDid fan and rock, with sudden light—'Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—Impanelled from no Summer..

© Emily Dickinson

Embarrassment Of One Another

662Embarrassment of one anotherAnd GodIs Revelation's limit,AloudIs nothing that is chief,But still,Divinity dwells under a seal.

© Emily Dickinson

I Held A Jewel In My Fingers

I held a Jewel in my fingers—And went to sleep—The day was warm, and winds were prosy—I said ''Twill keep'—I woke—and chid my honest fingers,The Gem..

© Emily Dickinson

With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled Far And Nigh

With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;Some lying fast at anchor in the road,Some veering up and..

© William Wordsworth

One Sister Have I In Our House

14One Sister have I in our house,And one, a hedge away.There's only one recorded,But both belong to me.One came the road that I came—And wore my last..

© Emily Dickinson

You Said That I

You said that I "was Great"—one Day—Then "Great" it be—if that please Thee—Or Small—or any size at all—Nay—I'm the size suit Thee—Tall—like the..

© Emily Dickinson

To Love Thee Year By Year

434To love thee Year by Year—May less appearThan sacrifice, and cease—However, dear,Forever might be short, I thought to show—And so I pieced it..

© Emily Dickinson

Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been

AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grewAbout her home; but she had never seenA glow-worm, never one..

© William Wordsworth

It Troubled Me As Once I Was

600It troubled me as once I was—For I was once a Child—Concluding how an Atom—fell—And yet the Heavens—held—The Heavens weighed the most—by far—Yet..

© Emily Dickinson

Lines Written In Early Spring

I HEARD a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.To her fair..

© William Wordsworth

Upon Westminster Bridge

EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth like a..

© William Wordsworth

A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.

TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,Pinions that fanned the teeming mouldOf Eden's blissful wilderness,Did only..

© William Wordsworth

'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love

'Tis said, that some have died for love:And here and there a churchyard grave is foundIn the cold north's unhallowed ground,Because the wretched man..

© William Wordsworth