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 This World She Returned

830To this World she returned.But with a tinge of that—A Compound manner,As a SodEspoused a Violet,That chiefer to the SkiesThan to himself..

© Emily Dickinson

'Twas A Long Parting&Mdash;But The Time

625'Twas a long Parting—but the timeFor Interview—had Come—Before the Judgment Seat of God—The last—and second timeThese Fleshless Lovers met—A..

© Emily Dickinson

Home

Years I had been from home,And now, before the doorI dared not open, lest a faceI never saw beforeStare vacant into mineAnd ask my business there.My..

© Emily Dickinson

The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,A travelling flake of snowAcross a barn or through a rutDebates if it will go.A narrow wind complains all dayHow..

© Emily Dickinson

To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred

To my quick ear the leaves conferred;The bushes they were bells;I could not find a privacyFrom Nature's sentinels.In cave if I presumed to hide,The..

© Emily Dickinson

The Heart Asks Pleasure First

The heart asks pleasure firstAnd then, excuse from pain-And then, those little anodynesThat deaden suffering;And then, to go to sleep;And then, if it..

© Emily Dickinson

I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes

326I cannot dance upon my Toes—No Man instructed me—But oftentimes, among my mind,A Glee possesseth me,That had I Ballet knowledge—Would put itself..

© Emily Dickinson

She Rose To His Requirement

732She rose to His Requirement—droptThe Playthings of Her LifeTo take the honorable WorkOf Woman, and of Wife—If ought She missed in Her new Day,Of..

© Emily Dickinson

Unto My Books—so Good To Turn

604Unto my Books—so good to turn—Far ends of tired Days—It half endears the Abstinence—And Pain—is missed—in Praise—As Flavors—cheer Retarded..

© Emily Dickinson

I Came To Buy A Smile—today

223I Came to buy a smile—today—But just a single smile—The smallest one upon your faceWill suit me just as well—The one that no one else would missIt..

© Emily Dickinson

You Know That Portrait In The Moon

504You know that Portrait in the Moon—So tell me who 'tis like—The very Brow—the stooping eyes—A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?The very Pattern of the..

© Emily Dickinson

I Shall Know Why—when Time Is Over

193I shall know why—when Time is over—And I have ceased to wonder why—Christ will explain each separate anguishIn the fair schoolroom of the sky—He..

© Emily Dickinson

To Put This World Down, Like A Bundle

527To put this World down, like a Bundle—And walk steady, away,Requires Energy—possibly Agony—'Tis the Scarlet wayTrodden with straight..

© Emily Dickinson

To Venerate The Simple Days

57To venerate the simple daysWhich lead the seasons by,Needs but to rememberThat from you or I,They may take the trifleTermed mortality!

© Emily Dickinson

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted

One need not be a chamber to be haunted,One need not be a house;The brain has corridors surpassingMaterial place.Far safer, of a midnight..

© Emily Dickinson

God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird

God gave a loaf to every bird,But just a crumb to me;I dare not eat it, though I starve,--My poignant luxuryTo own it, touch it, prove the featThat..

© Emily Dickinson

And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales

AND is it among rude untutored Dales,There, and there only, that the heart is true?And, rising to repel or to subdue,Is it by rocks and woods that..

© William Wordsworth

From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed

FROM the dark chambers of dejection freed,Spurning the unprofitable yoke of care,Rise, GILLIES, rise; the gales of youth shall bearThy genius forward..

© William Wordsworth

Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802

JONES! as from Calais southward you and IWent pacing side by side, this public WayStreamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day,When faith was..

© William Wordsworth

Composed By The Sea-Side, Near Calais, August 1802

FAIR Star of evening, Splendour of the west,Star of my Country!--on the horizon's brinkThou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sinkOn England's..

© William Wordsworth

Inscriptions In The Ground Of Coleorton, The Seat Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire

THE embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,Will not unwillingly their place resign;If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands,Planted by..

© William Wordsworth

Methought I Saw The Footsteps Of A Throne

METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps of a throneWhich mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud--Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed;But all the..

© William Wordsworth

Composed On The Eve Of The Marriage Of A Friend In The Vale Of Grasmere

WHAT need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay,These humble nuptials to proclaim or grace?Angels of love, look down upon the place;Shed on the chosen..

© William Wordsworth

Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer

Is there a power that can sustain and cheerThe captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom,Forced to descend into his destined tomb--A dungeon dark! where..

© William Wordsworth

Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate

CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate,Who never did to Fortune bend the knee;Who slighted fear; rejected steadfastlyTemptation; and whose kingly name..

© William Wordsworth