Design poems
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I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls
© Patrick Barrington
When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,
I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.
The Child Of The Islands - Spring
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head:
White tufted Guelder-roses, showering down
The Origin of the Sail
© Amelia Opie
"Sweet maid! on whom my wishes rest,
My morning thought, my midnight dream,
O grant Lysander's fond request,
And let those eyes with mercy beam!
Polyhymnia
© George Peele
Therefore, when thirtie two were come and gone,
Years of her raigne, daies of her countries peace,
Elizabeth great Empresse of the world,
Britanias Atlas, Star of Englands globe,
Conversation
© William Cowper
Though nature weigh our talents, and dispense
To every man his modicum of sense,
A Lover's Anger
© Matthew Prior
As Cloe came into the Room t'other Day,
I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay?
On Platina Prosperus Spiriteus
© Thomas Parnell
The Man whose Judgement Joynd with force of Witt
The lives of Popes & lives of Heroes writt
Hurrah For The Light Artillery!
© Anonymous
On the unstained sward of the gentle slope,
Full of valor and nerved by hope,
The infantry sways like a coming sea;
Why lingers the light artillery?
"Action front!"
Human Life
© Matthew Arnold
What mortal, when he saw,
Life's voyage done, his heavenly Friend,
Could ever yet dare tell him fearlessly:
"I have kept uninfringed my nature's law ;
The inly-written chart thou gavest me,
To guide me, I have steer'd by to the end"?
A Letter To Monsieur Boileau Despreaux, Occasioned By The Victory At Blenheim
© Matthew Prior
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must sing
Successive conquests and a glorious King;
Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto II
© Samuel Butler
Quoth RALPHO, Honour's but a word
To swear by only in a Lord:
In other men 'tis but a huff,
To vapour with instead of proof;
That, like a wen, looks big and swells,
Is senseless, and just nothing else.
The Muses Threnodie: First Muse
© Henry Adamson
Of Mr George Ruthven the tears and mournings,
Amidst the giddie course of fortune's turnings,
Upon his dear friend's death, Mr John Gall,
Where his rare ornaments bear a part, and wretched Gabions all.
Giraffe
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Today, I see, your glance is especially sad
And your arms, embracing your knees, especially thin.
To Giovanni Battista Manso, Marquis of Villa. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
These verses also to thy praise the Nine
Oh Manso! happy in that theme design,
Garden
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O painter of the fruits and flowers,
We own wise design,
Where these human hands of ours
May share work of Thine!
Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book III
© Thomas Parnell
But down Olympus to the Western Seas,
Far-shooting Phbus drove with fainter Rays,
And a whole War (so Jove ordain'd) begun,
Was fought, and ceas'd, in one revolving Sun.
4th July, 1882, Malines. Midnight.
© James Kenneth Stephen
Belgian, with cumbrous tread and iron boots,
Who in the murky middle of the night,
Designing to renew the foul pursuits
In which thy life is passed, ill-favoured wight,
Expostulation
© William Cowper
Why weeps the muse for England? What appears
In England's case to move the muse to tears?
Tired
© Augusta Davies Webster
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go;
I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come;
you do not need me there. Dear, be content,
and take your pleasure; you shall tell me of it.
There, go to don your miracles of gauze,
and come and show yourself a great pink cloud.
