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").
To An Old Danish Song-Book
Welcome, my old friend,Welcome to a foreign fireside,While the sullen gales of autumnShake the windows.The ungrateful worldHas, it seems, dealt..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To A Child
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee,With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles,Thou gazest at the painted tiles,Whose figures grace,With many..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The
The tide rises, the tide falls,The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;Along the sea-sands damp and brownThe traveler hastens toward the town,And the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Three Friends Of Mine
When I remember them, those friends of mine,Who are no longer here, the noble three,Who half my life were more than friends to me,And whose discourse..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There Was A Little Girl
There was a little girl,Who had a little curl,Right in the middle of her forehead.When she was good,She was very good indeed,But when she was bad she..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Wreck Of The Hesperus
It was the schooner Hesperus,That sailed the wint'ry sea;And the skipper had taken his little daughter,To bear him company.Blue were her eyes as the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Witnesses
In Ocean's wide domains,Half buried in the sands,Lie skeletons in chains,With shackled feet and hands.Beyond the fall of dews,Deeper than plummet..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The White Man's Foot
In his lodge beside a river,Close beside a frozen river,Sat an old man, sad and lonely.White his hair was as a snow-drift;Dull and low his fire was..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Wave. (From The German Of Tiedge)
'Whither, thou turbid wave?Whither, with so much haste,As if a thief wert thou?''I am the Wave of Life,Stained with my margin's dust;From the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Warden Of The Cinque Ports. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
A mist was driving down the British Channel,The day was just begun,And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,Streamed the red autumn sun.It..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Warden Of The Cinque Ports
A mist was driving down the British Channel,The day was just begun,And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,Streamed the red autumn sun.It..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Village Blacksmith
Under a spreading chestnut treeThe village smithy stands;The smith, a might man is he,With large and sinewy hands;And the muscles of his brawney..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Venetian Gondolier
Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airsBreathe out in the o'erarching sky;And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wearsA smile of peace; her noon is..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Two Rivers
Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round;So slowly that no human eye hath powerTo see it move! Slowly in shine or showerThe painted ship above..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Two Locks Of Hair. From The German Of Pfeizer
A Youth, light-hearted and content,I wander through the worldHere, Arab-like, is pitched my tentAnd straight again is furled.Yet oft I dream, that..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Two Angels. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Have you read in the Talmud of old,In the Legends the Rabbins have toldOf the limitless realms of the air,--Have you read it,--the marvellous storyOf..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls
The tide rises, the tide falls,The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;Along the sea-sands damp and brownThe traveller hastens toward the town,And the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Three Silences Of Molinos
Three Silences there are: the first of speech,The second of desire, the third of thought;This is the lore a Spanish monk, distraughtWith dreams and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Three Kings
Three Kings came riding from far away,Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;Three Wise Men out of the East were they,And they travelled by night and they..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Terrestrial Paradise. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxviii.)
Longing already to search in and roundThe heavenly forest, dense and living-green,Which tempered to the eyes the newborn day,Withouten more delay I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Statue Over The Cathedral Door. (From The German Of Julius Mosen)
Forms of saints and kings are standingThe cathedral door above;Yet I saw but one among themWho hath soothed my soul with love.In his mantle,--wound..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Sound Of The Sea
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,And round the pebbly beaches far and wideI heard the first wave of the rising tideRush onward with..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Soul's Complaint Against The Body. (From The Anglo-Saxon)
Much it behovethEach one of mortals,That he his soul's journeyIn himself ponder,How deep it may be.When Death cometh,The bonds he breakethBy which..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Song Of Hiawatha: X
X. Hiawatha's Wooing"As unto the bow the cord is,So unto the man is woman,Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him, yet she..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Song Of Hiawatha: Introduction And Vocabulary
Should you ask me, whence these stories?Whence these legends and traditions,With the odors of the forestWith the dew and damp of meadows,With the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow