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 My Small Hearth His Fire Came
638To my small Hearth His fire came—And all my House aglowDid fan and rock, with sudden light—'Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—Impanelled from no Summer..
© Emily Dickinson
Embarrassment Of One Another
662Embarrassment of one anotherAnd GodIs Revelation's limit,AloudIs nothing that is chief,But still,Divinity dwells under a seal.
© Emily Dickinson
I Held A Jewel In My Fingers
I held a Jewel in my fingers—And went to sleep—The day was warm, and winds were prosy—I said ''Twill keep'—I woke—and chid my honest fingers,The Gem..
© Emily Dickinson
With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled Far And Nigh
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;Some lying fast at anchor in the road,Some veering up and..
© William Wordsworth
One Sister Have I In Our House
14One Sister have I in our house,And one, a hedge away.There's only one recorded,But both belong to me.One came the road that I came—And wore my last..
© Emily Dickinson
You Said That I
You said that I "was Great"—one Day—Then "Great" it be—if that please Thee—Or Small—or any size at all—Nay—I'm the size suit Thee—Tall—like the..
© Emily Dickinson
To Love Thee Year By Year
434To love thee Year by Year—May less appearThan sacrifice, and cease—However, dear,Forever might be short, I thought to show—And so I pieced it..
© Emily Dickinson
Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been
AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grewAbout her home; but she had never seenA glow-worm, never one..
© William Wordsworth
It Troubled Me As Once I Was
600It troubled me as once I was—For I was once a Child—Concluding how an Atom—fell—And yet the Heavens—held—The Heavens weighed the most—by far—Yet..
© Emily Dickinson
Lines Written In Early Spring
I HEARD a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.To her fair..
© William Wordsworth
Upon Westminster Bridge
EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth like a..
© William Wordsworth
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,Pinions that fanned the teeming mouldOf Eden's blissful wilderness,Did only..
© William Wordsworth
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
'Tis said, that some have died for love:And here and there a churchyard grave is foundIn the cold north's unhallowed ground,Because the wretched man..
© William Wordsworth
Memory
A pen--to register; a key--That winds through secret wardsAre well assigned to MemoryBy allegoric Bards.As aptly, also, might be givenA Pencil to her..
© William Wordsworth
A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School
A poet! - He hath put his heart to school,Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staffWhich art hath lodged within his hand- must laughBy precept only..
© William Wordsworth
Lucy Gray, Or Solitude
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:And, when I crossed the wild,I chanced to see at break of dayThe solitary child.No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;She dwelt..
© William Wordsworth
A Wren's Nest
AMONG the dwellings framed by birdsIn field or forest with nice care,Is none that with the little Wren'sIn snugness may compare.No door the tenement..
© William Wordsworth
There Is An Eminence,--Of These Our Hills
There is an Eminence,--of these our hillsThe last that parleys with the setting sun;We can behold it from our orchard-seat;And, when at evening we..
© William Wordsworth
By The Seaside
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives,Only a..
© William Wordsworth
A Morning Exercise
FANCY, who leads the pastimes of the glad,Full oft is pleased a wayward dart to throw;Sending sad shadows after things not sad,Peopling the harmless..
© William Wordsworth
Written In March
The cock is crowing,The stream is flowing,The small birds twitter,The lake doth glitterThe green field sleeps in the sun;The oldest and youngestAre..
© William Wordsworth
We Are Seven
A Simple Child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death?I met a little cottage Girl:She..
© William Wordsworth
Sown In Dishonor
62"Sown in dishonor"!Ah! Indeed!May this "dishonor" be?If I were half so fine myselfI'd notice nobody!"Sown in corruption"!Not so fast!Apostle is..
© Emily Dickinson
A Poet's Epitaph
Art thou a Statist in the vanOf public conflicts trained and bred?- First learn to love one living man;'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.A..
© William Wordsworth
Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered
523Sweet—You forgot—but I rememberedEvery time—for Two—So that the Sum be never hinderedThrough Decay of You—Say if I erred? Accuse my..
© Emily Dickinson