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").

I Felt My Life With Both My Hands

351I felt my life with both my handsTo see if it was there—I held my spirit to the Glass,To prove it possibler—I turned my Being round and roundAnd..

© Emily Dickinson

Love—is Anterior To Life

917Love—is anterior to Life—Posterior—to Death—Initial of Creation, andThe Exponent of Earth—

© Emily Dickinson

We Dream—it Is Good We Are Dreaming

531We dream—it is good we are dreaming—It would hurt us—were we awake—But since it is playing—kill us,And we are playing—shriek—What harm? Men..

© Emily Dickinson

God Made A Little Gentian

442God made a little Gentian—It tried—to be a Rose—And failed—and all the Summer laughed—But just before the SnowsThere rose a Purple Creature—That..

© Emily Dickinson

Within My Reach!

90Within my reach!I could have touched!I might have chanced that way!Soft sauntered thro' the village—Sauntered as soft away!So unsuspected..

© Emily Dickinson

Two—were Immortal Twice

800Two—were immortal twice—The privilege of few—Eternity—obtained—in Time—Reversed Divinity—That our ignoble EyesThe quality conceiveOf Paradise..

© Emily Dickinson

In Ebon Box, When Years Have Flown

169In Ebon Box, when years have flownTo reverently peer,Wiping away the velvet dustSummers have sprinkled there!To hold a letter to the light—Grown..

© Emily Dickinson

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back

130These are the days when Birds come back—A very few—a Bird or two—To take a backward look.These are the days when skies resumeThe old—old..

© Emily Dickinson

I'M The Little "Heart's Ease"

176I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!I don't care for pouting skies!If the Butterfly delayCan I, therefore, stay away?If the Coward Bumble BeeIn his..

© Emily Dickinson

This Was A Poet&Mdash;It Is That

448This was a Poet—It is ThatDistills amazing senseFrom ordinary Meanings—And Attar so immenseFrom the familiar speciesThat perished by the Door—We..

© Emily Dickinson

I'M Ceded—i'Ve Stopped Being Theirs

508I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs—The name They dropped upon my faceWith water, in the country churchIs finished using, now,And They can put it..

© Emily Dickinson

In Rags Mysterious As These

117In rags mysterious as theseThe shining Courtiers go—Veiling the purple, and the plumes—Veiling the ermine so.Smiling, as they request an alms—At..

© Emily Dickinson

There Is A Flower That Bees Prefer

380There is a flower that Bees prefer—And Butterflies—desire—To gain the Purple DemocratThe Humming Bird—aspire—And Whatsoever Insect pass—A Honey..

© Emily Dickinson

I Robbed The Woods

41I robbed the Woods—The trusting Woods.The unsuspecting TreesBrought out their Burs and mossesMy fantasy to please.I scanned their trinkets..

© Emily Dickinson

Uncertain Lease—develops Lustre

857Uncertain lease—develops lustreOn TimeUncertain Grasp, appreciationOf Sum—The shorter Fate—is oftener the chiefestBecauseInheritors upon a..

© Emily Dickinson

Love&Mdash;Is Anterior To Life

917Love—is anterior to Life—Posterior—to Death—Initial of Creation, andThe Exponent of Earth—

© Emily Dickinson

The Last Supper, by Leonardo da Vinci, in the Refectory of the Convent of Maria della Grazia—Milan

Tho' searching damps and many an envious flawHave marred this Work, the calm ethereal grace,The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face,The mercy..

© William Wordsworth

To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From The South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811

FAR from our home by Grasmere's quiet Lake,From the Vale's peace which all her fields partake,Here on the bleakest point of Cumbria's shoreWe sojourn..

© William Wordsworth

To The Supreme Being From The Italian Of Michael Angelo

THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeedIf Thou the spirit give by which I pray:My unassisted heart is barren clay,That of its native self can..

© William Wordsworth

The Oak Of Guernica Supposed Address To The Same

OAK of Guernica! Tree of holier powerThan that which in Dodona did enshrine(So faith too fondly deemed) a voice divineHeard from the depths of its..

© William Wordsworth

The Prioress’s Tale [from Chaucer]

'Call up him who left half toldThe story of Cambuscan bold.'I'O LORD, our Lord! how wondrously,' (quoth she)'Thy name in this large world is spread..

© William Wordsworth

Translation Of Part Of The First Book Of The Aeneid

THE EDITORS OF THE PHILOLOGICAL MUSEUMBUT Cytherea, studious to inventArts yet untried, upon new counsels bent,Resolves that Cupid, changed in form..

© William Wordsworth

To The Poet, John Dyer

BARD of the Fleece, whose skilful genius madeThat work a living landscape fair and bright;Nor hallowed less with musical delightThan those soft..

© William Wordsworth

To The Same (John Dyer)

ENOUGH of climbing toil!--Ambition treadsHere, as 'mid busier scenes, ground steep and rough,Or slippery even to peril! and each step,As we for most..

© William Wordsworth

The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain

THE martial courage of a day is vain,An empty noise of death the battle's roar,If vital hope be wanting to restore,Or fortitude be wanting to..

© William Wordsworth