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").
Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?
365Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?Then crouch within the door—Red—is the Fire's common tint—But when the vivid OreHas vanquished Flame's..
© Emily Dickinson
Denial&Mdash;Is The Only Fact
965Denial—is the only factPerceived by the Denied—Whose Will—a numb significance—The Day the Heaven died—And all the Earth strove common..
© Emily Dickinson
As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer
981As Sleigh Bells seem in summerOr Bees, at Christmas show—So fairy—so fictitiousThe individuals doRepealed from observation—A Party that we..
© Emily Dickinson
At Least—to Pray—is Left—is Left
502At least—to pray—is left—is left—Oh Jesus—in the Air—I know not which thy chamber is—I'm knocking—everywhere—Thou settest Earthquake in the..
© Emily Dickinson
Water, Is Taught By Thirst
135Water, is taught by thirst.Land—by the Oceans passed.Transport—by throe—Peace—by its battles told—Love, by Memorial Mold—Birds, by the Snow.
© Emily Dickinson
A Weight With Needles On The Pounds
264A Weight with Needles on the pounds—To push, and pierce, besides—That if the Flesh resist the Heft—The puncture—coolly tries—That not a pore be..
© Emily Dickinson
Before The Ice Is In The Pools
37Before the ice is in the pools—Before the skaters go,Or any check at nightfallIs tarnished by the snow—Before the fields have finished,Before the..
© Emily Dickinson
Ambition Cannot Find Him
68Ambition cannot find him.Affection doesn't knowHow many leagues of nowhereLie between them now.Yesterday, undistinguished!Eminent TodayFor our..
© Emily Dickinson
Away From Home Are Some And I
821Away from Home are some and I—An Emigrant to beIn a Metropolis of HomesIs easy, possibly—The Habit of a Foreign SkyWe—difficult—acquireAs..
© Emily Dickinson
Because The Bee May Blameless Hum
869Because the Bee may blameless humFor Thee a Bee do I becomeList even unto Me.Because the Flowers unafraidMay lift a look on thine, a MaidAlway a..
© Emily Dickinson
A Visitor In Marl
391A Visitor in Marl—Who influences Flowers—Till they are orderly as Busts—And Elegant—as Glass—Who visits in the Night—And just before the..
© Emily Dickinson
Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I)
Marcellus to Horatio and Bernardo, after seeing the Ghost,Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comesWherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,This..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lv
Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxx
O, how I faint when I of you do write,Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,And in the praise thereof spends all his might,To make me..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xiii
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you areNo longer yours than you yourself here live:Against this coming end you should prepare,And your sweet..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xxxvi
Let me confess that we two must be twain,Although our undivided loves are one:So shall those blots that do with me remainWithout thy help by me be..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxxv
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,While comments of your praise, richly compiled,Reserve their character with golden quillAnd precious..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xxiv
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'dThy beauty's form in table of my heart;My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,And perspective it is..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xliv
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,Injurious distance should not stop my way;For then despite of space I would be brought,From limits far..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxxvi
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,Bound for the prize of all too precious you,That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,Making their..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxx
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven's..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xlviii
How careful was I, when I took my way,Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,That to my use it might unused stayFrom hands of falsehood, in sure..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xii
When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls all..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxi
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThen you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxviii
So oft have I invoked thee for my MuseAnd found such fair assistance in my verseAs every alien pen hath got my useAnd under thee their poesy..
© William Shakespeare