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").
Death Of Archbishop Turpin. (From The French)
The Archbishop, whom God loved in high degree,Beheld his wounds all bleeding fresh and free;And then his cheek more ghastly grew and wan,And a faint..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daylight And Moonlight
In broad daylight, and at noon,Yesterday I saw the moonSailing high, but faint and white,As a schoolboy's paper kite.In broad daylight, yesterday,I..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daybreak. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
A wind came up out of the sea,And said, 'O mists, make room for me.'It hailed the ships, and cried, 'Sail on,Ye mariners, the night is gone.'And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Day Is Done, The
The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dante
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom,With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes,Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise,Like..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Curfew
I.Solemnly, mournfully,Dealing its dole,The Curfew BellIs beginning to toll.Cover the embers,And put out the light;Toil comes with the morning,And..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and gone,And death comes softly stealing..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Consolation. (To M. Duperrier, Gentleman Of Aix In Provence, On The Death Of His Daughter)
Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow be eternal?And shall the sad discourseWhispered within thy heart, by tenderness paternal,Only augment its force?Thy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Columbus. (A Translation From Schiller)
Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit witlings deride thee,And the steersman drop idly his hand at the helm;Ever, ever to westward! There must the coast be..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Christmas Bells
"I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!And thought..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children
Come to me, O ye children!For I hear you at your play,And the questions that perplexed meHave vanished quite away.Ye open the eastern windows,That..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Childhood. (From The Danish)
There was a time when I was very small,When my whole frame was but an ell in height;Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall,And therefore I recall it..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Chaucer
An old man in a lodge within a park;The chamber walls depicted all aroundWith portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound,And the hurt deer. He..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Charles Sumner. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Garlands upon his graveAnd flowers upon his hearse,And to the tender heart and braveThe tribute of this verse.His was the troubled life,The conflict..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Changed. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
From the outskirts of the townWhere of old the mile-stone stood,Now a stranger, looking downI behold the shadowy crownOf the dark and haunted wood.Is..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Catawba Wine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
This song of mineIs a Song of the Vine,To be sung by the glowing embersOf wayside inns,When the rain beginsTo darken the drear Novembers.It is not a..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Castles In Spain. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
How much of my young heart, O Spain,Went out to thee in days of yore!What dreams romantic filled my brain,And summoned back to life againThe Paladins..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Carillon
In the ancient town of Bruges,In the quaint old Flemish city,As the evening shades descended,Low and loud and sweetly blended,Low at times and loud..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Canzone
Ah me! ah me! when thinking of the years,The vanished years, alas, I do not findAmong them all one day that was my own!Fallacious hope; desires of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cantos From Dante's Paradiso
(Canto XXIII.)Even as a bird, 'mid the beloved leaves,Quiet upon the nest of her sweet broodThroughout the night, that hideth all things from us,Who..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cadenabbia. Lake Of Como. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaksThe silence of the summer day,As by the loveliest of all lakesI while the idle hours away.I pace the leafy..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : Twilight
The twilight is sad and cloudy,The wind blows wild and free,And like the wings of sea-birdsFlash the white caps of the sea.But in the fisherman's..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Secret Of The Sea
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt meAs I gaze upon the sea!All the old romantic legends,All my dreams, come back to me.Sails of silk and ropes of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Lighthouse
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,And on its outer point, some miles away,The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,A pillar of fire by night, of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood
We sat within the farm-house old,Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold,An easy entrance, night and day.Not far..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow