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").
Is It Dead—find It
417Is it dead—Find it—Out of sound—Out of sight—"Happy"? Which is wiser—You, or the Wind?"Conscious"? Won't you ask that—Of the low..
© Emily Dickinson
My Life Had Stood
My life had stood--a Loaded Gun--In Corners--till a DayThe Owner passed--identified--And carried Me away--And now We roam in Sovereign Woods--And now..
© Emily Dickinson
The Reaper
Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the..
© William Wordsworth
Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again?
139Soul, Wilt thou toss again?By just such a hazardHundreds have lost indeed—But tens have won an all—Angel's breathless ballotLingers to record..
© Emily Dickinson
To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave
126To fight aloud, is very brave—But gallanter, I knowWho charge within the bosomThe Cavalry of Woe—Who win, and nations do not see—Who fall—and none..
© Emily Dickinson
The Thorn
I'There is a Thorn--it looks so old,In truth, you'd find it hard to sayHow it could ever have been young,It looks so old and grey.Not higher than a..
© William Wordsworth
Talk With Prudence To A Beggar
119Talk with prudence to a BeggarOf "Potose," and the mines!Reverently, to the HungryOf your viands, and your wines!Cautious, hint to any CaptiveYou..
© Emily Dickinson
A lane of Yellow led the eye
A lane of Yellow led the eyeUnto a Purple WoodWhose soft inhabitants to beSurpasses solitudeIf Bird the silence contradictOr flower presume to showIn..
© Emily Dickinson
That After Horror—that 'Twas Us
286That after Horror—that 'twas us—That passed the mouldering Pier—Just as the Granite Crumb let go—Our Savior, by a Hair—A second more, had dropped..
© Emily Dickinson
A Prophecy. February 1807
HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!Thus in your books the record shall be found,'A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound--ARMINIUS!--all..
© William Wordsworth
That Distance Was Between Us
863That Distance was between UsThat is not of Mile or Main—The Will it is that situates—Equator—never can—
© Emily Dickinson
The Fountain
A ConversationWe talked with open heart, and tongueAffectionate and true,A pair of friends, though I was young,And Matthew seventy-two.We lay beneath..
© William Wordsworth
The Brain&Mdash;Is Wider Than The Sky
632The Brain—is wider than the Sky—For—put them side by side—The one the other will containWith ease—and You—beside—The Brain is deeper than the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Reason, Earth Is Short
301I reason, Earth is short—And Anguish—absolute—And many hurt,But, what of that?I reason, we could die—The best VitalityCannot excel Decay,But, what..
© Emily Dickinson
Alas! What Boots The Long Laborious Quest
ALAS! what boots the long laborious questOf moral prudence, sought through good and ill;Or pains abstruse-to elevate the will,And lead us on to that..
© William Wordsworth
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
. With an incident in which he was concernedIn the sweet shire of Cardigan,Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,An old Man dwells, a little man,--'Tis..
© William Wordsworth
On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic
ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee; And was the safeguard of the West: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth,Venice, the..
© William Wordsworth
The Forsaken
The peace which other seek they find;The heaviest storms not longet last;Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mindAn amnesty for what is past;When..
© William Wordsworth
On The Departure Of Sir Walter Scott From Abbotsford
. A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,Nor of the setting sun's pathetic lightEngendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height:Spirits of Power..
© William Wordsworth
With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Sky
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky,"How silently, and with how wan a face!"Where art thou? Thou so often seen on highRunning among the..
© William Wordsworth
To A Sky-Lark
Up with me! up with me into the clouds!For thy song, Lark, is strong;Up with me, up with me into the clouds!Singing, singing,With clouds and sky..
© William Wordsworth
Fidelity
A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears,A cry as of a dog or fox;He halts--and searches with his eyesAmong the scattered rocks:And now at distance can..
© William Wordsworth
The Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman
Before I see another day,Oh let my body die away!In sleep I heard the northern gleams;The stars, they were among my dreams;In rustling conflict..
© William Wordsworth
October, 1803
. These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the airWith words of apprehension and despair:While tens of..
© William Wordsworth
Written In Germany, On One Of The Coldest Days Of The Century
A plague on your languages, German and Norse!Let me have the song of the kettle;And the tongs and the poker, instead of that horseThat gallops away..
© William Wordsworth