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 Xxv

Oh, miracle of love! That death, which seemsSo hard a master when he holds his prize,Whom no cajoleries, nor stratagemsOf beauty's power, nor..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxix

He bore her to his home 'twixt life and death,By mute connivance of the slumbering streets,Bore her redeemed to a new world of breathAnd peace..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxiv

And, feeling round him, lo, upon the mouldA pick and spade cast down by accident.And Adrian laughed when in those engines coldHe guessed the..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxiii

But, when the church was hushed in the night wind,And all were gone who might his zeal disclaim,Or hinder the firm purpose of his mind,A silent man..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxii

The thought of night consoled him. To his visionNatalia was dead only in false death,The sleeping treason of some false misprision,Some silent..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxi

But when they had gone past him every one,With new resolve begotten of his dream,Adrian arose and followed where the stoneYawned for his love, and..

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xx

Oh, pitiful awaking! What was Adrian's pleasure,That it had earned for him such bitterness?What his soul's pride that its new tender measureShould..

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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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