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").
Evangeline: Part The Second. Iv.
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down from their jagged..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline: Part The Second. Iii.
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,Such as the Druids..
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Evangeline: Part The Second. Ii.
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,Into the golden stream of the broad and..
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Evangeline: Part The Second. I.
MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,Bearing a nation, with all its..
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Evangeline: Part The First. V.
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth dayCheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house.Soon o'er the yellow..
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Evangeline: Part The First. Iv.
PLEASANTLY rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pré.Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas,Where the ships, with..
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Evangeline: Part The First. Iii.
BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean,Bent, but not broken, by age was the form of the notary public;Shocks of yellow hair..
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Evangeline: Part The First. Ii.
NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.Birds of passage sailed..
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Evangeline: Part The First. I.
IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-PréLay in the fruitful valley. Vast..
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Epimetheus, Or The Poet's Afterthought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Have I dreamed? or was it real,What I saw as in a vision,When to marches hymenealIn the land of the IdealMoved my thought o'er Fields Elysian?What!..
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Endymion
The rising moon has hid the stars;Her level rays, like golden bars,Lie on the landscape green,With shadows brown between.And silver white the river..
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Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
Under Mount Etna he lies,It is slumber, it is not death;For he struggles at times to arise,And above him the lurid skiesAre hot with his fiery..
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Elliot's Oak
Thou ancient oak! whose myriad leaves are loudWith sounds of unintelligible speech,Sounds as of surges on a shingly beach,Or multitudinous murmurs of..
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Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter
When winter winds are piercing chill,And through the hawthorn blows the gale,With solemn feet I tread the hill,That overbrows the lonely vale.O'er..
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Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,The wild..
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Earlier Poems : Sunrise On The Hills
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide archWas glorious with the sun's returning march,And woods were brightened, and soft galesWent forth to..
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Earlier Poems : Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem
At The Consecration Of Pulaski's Banner.When the dying flame of dayThrough the chancel shot its ray,Far the glimmering tapers shedFaint light on the..
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Earlier Poems : Burial Of The Minnisink
On sunny slope and beechen swell,The shadowed light of evening fell;And, where the maple's leaf was brown,With soft and silent lapse came down,The..
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Earlier Poems : Autumn
With what a glory comes and goes the year!The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingersOf sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoyLife's newness, and..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Earlier Poems : An April Day
When the warm sun, that bringsSeed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springsThe first flower of the..
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Drinking Song
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER,Come, old friend! sit down and listen!From the pitcher, placed between us,How the waters laugh and glistenIn the..
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Discoverer Of The North Cape. A Leaf From King Alfred's Orosius. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Othere, the old sea-captain,Who dwelt in Helgoland,To King Alfred, the Lover of Truth,Brought a snow-white walrus-tooth,Which he held in his brown..
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Dirge Over A Nameless Grave
By yon still river, where the waveIs winding slow at evening's close,The beech, upon a nameless grave,Its sadly-moving shadow throws.O'er the fair..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Delia. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,But..
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Death Of Kwasind, The
Far and wide among the nationsSpread the name and fame of Kwasind;No man dared to strive with Kwasind,No man could compete with Kwasind.But the..
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