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").
It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown
IT is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown,And is descending on his embassy;Nor Traveller gone from earth the heavens to espy!'Tis Hesperus--there he..
© William Wordsworth
The Wishing Gate
[In the vale of Grasmere, by the side of an old highwayleading to Ambleside, is a gate, which, from time out ofmind, has been called the..
© William Wordsworth
British Freedom
It is not to be thought of that the FloodOf British freedom, which, to the open seaOf the world's praise, from dark antiquityHath flowed, 'with pomp..
© William Wordsworth
Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid
LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paidHis vows to Fortune; who, in cruel slightOf virtuous hope, of liberty, and right,Hath followed wheresoe'er a..
© William Wordsworth
Calais, August 15, 1802
FESTIVALS have I seen that were not names:This is young Buonaparte's natal day,And his is henceforth an established sway-Consul for life. With..
© William Wordsworth
Ode
IIMAGINATION--ne'er before content,But aye ascending, restless in her prideFrom all that martial feats could yieldTo her desires, or to her hopes..
© William Wordsworth
Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung
EMPERORS and Kings, how oft have temples rungWith impious thanksgiving, the Almighty's scorn!How oft above their altars have been hungTrophies that..
© William Wordsworth
Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night
'Night Speaks'GRATEFUL is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast;More grateful still: while wrong and shame shall last,On me can Time no happier state..
© William Wordsworth
To A Distant Friend
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plantOf such weak fibre that the treacherous airOf absence withers what was once so fair?Is there no debt to pay..
© William Wordsworth
Book Seventh [residence In London]
SIX changeful years have vanished since I firstPoured out (saluted by that quickening breezeWhich met me issuing from the City's walls)A glad..
© William Wordsworth
Calais, August 1802
IS it a reed that's shaken by the wind,Or what is it that ye go forth to see?Lords, lawyers, statesmen, squires of low degree,Men known, and men..
© William Wordsworth
I Lost A World - The Other Day!
181I lost a World - the other day!Has Anybody found?You'll know it by the Row of StarsAround its forehead bound.A Rich man—might not notice it—Yet—to..
© Emily Dickinson
The Cricket Sang
The cricket sang,And set the sun,And workmen finished, one by one,Their seam the day upon.The low grass loaded with the dew,The twilight stood as..
© Emily Dickinson
Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawnIndicative that suns go down;The notice to the startled grassThat darkness is about to pass.
© Emily Dickinson
Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness
942Snow beneath whose chilly softnessSome that never layMake their first Repose this WinterI admonish TheeBlanket Wealthier the NeighborWe so new..
© Emily Dickinson
Had I Presumed To Hope
522Had I presumed to hope—The loss had been to MeA Value—for the Greatness' Sake—As Giants—gone away—Had I presumed to gainA Favor so remote—The..
© Emily Dickinson
Our Journey Had Advanced
Our journey had advanced;Our feet were almost comeTo that odd fork in Being's road,Eternity by term.Our pace took sudden awe,Our feet reluctant..
© Emily Dickinson
On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose
194On this long storm the Rainbow rose—On this late Morn—the Sun—The clouds—like listless Elephants—Horizons—straggled down—The Birds rose smiling..
© Emily Dickinson
The Last Night That She Lived
1100The last Night that She livedIt was a Common NightExcept the Dying—this to UsMade Nature differentWe noticed smallest things—Things overlooked..
© Emily Dickinson
My River Runs To Thee
My River runs to thee—Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?My River wait reply—Oh Sea—look graciously—I'll fetch thee BrooksFrom spotted nooks—Say—Sea—Take Me!
© Emily Dickinson
I Am Alive - I Guess
I am alive—I guess—The Branches on my HandAre full of Morning Glory—And at my finger's end—The Carmine—tingles warm—And if I hold a GlassAcross my..
© Emily Dickinson
This World Is Not Conclusion
501This World is not Conclusion.A Species stands beyond—Invisible, as Music—But positive, as Sound—It beckons, and it baffles—Philosophy—don't..
© Emily Dickinson
Unit, Like Death, For Whom?
408Unit, like Death, for Whom?True, like the Tomb,Who tells no secretTold to Him—The Grave is strict—Tickets admitJust two—the Bearer—And the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had No Time To Hate, Because
I had no time to hate, becauseThe grave would hinder me,And life was not so ample ICould finish enmity.Nor had I time to love, but sinceSome industry..
© Emily Dickinson
A Little Snow Was Here And There
A little Snow was here and thereDisseminated in her Hair -Since she and I had met and playedDecade had gathered to Decade -But Time had added not..
© Emily Dickinson