Design poems

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From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso

© Anne Kingsmill Finch

Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she
should esteem all as Enemies,
who should talk to her of LOVE.

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The Man To Be

© Edgar Albert Guest

Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt,

And somewhere, as a little boy, that future hero plays about.

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A Pastoral Dialogue Between Two Shepherdesses

© Anne Kingsmill Finch


[Dorinda] No! my Chaplet wou'd decay;
Ev'ry drooping Flow'r wou'd mourn,
And wrong the Face, they shou'd adorn.

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Reply to Some Verses of J.M.B. Pigot, Esq.

© Lord Byron

Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain,
Why thus in despair do you fret?
For months you may try, yet, believe me, a sigh
Will never obtain a coquette.

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I Would I Were a Careless Child

© Lord Byron

I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my highland cave,
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
Or bounding o'er the dark blue wave;

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Bride of Abydos, The

© Lord Byron

"Had we never loved so kindly,
Had we never loved so blindly,
Never met or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted." — Burns

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The Christmas-Box

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THIS box, mine own sweet darling, thou wilt find

With many a varied sweetmeat's form supplied;

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The Bride of Abydos

© Lord Byron

"Had we never loved so kindly,
Had we never loved so blindly,
Never met or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted." — Burns

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Lara

© Lord Byron

Proud Otho on the instant, reddening, threw
His glove on earth, and forth his sabre flew.
"The last alternative befits me best,
And thus I answer for mine absent guest."

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The Owl Describing Her Young Ones

© Anne Kingsmill Finch

Why was that baleful Creature made,
Which seeks our Quiet to invade,
And screams ill Omens through the Shade?

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The Columbiad: Book X

© Joel Barlow

From that mark'd stage of man we now behold,
More rapid strides his coming paths unfold;
His continents are traced, his islands found,
His well-taught sails on all his billows bound,
His varying wants their new discoveries ply,
And seek in earth's whole range their sure supply.

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The Duellist - Book III

© Charles Churchill

Ah me! what mighty perils wait

The man who meddles with a state,

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Fame

© James Whitcomb Riley

I

Once, in a dream, I saw a man

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The Eight Formations

© Du Fu

Your achievements overshadowed
  any in the Three Kingdoms;
most famous of all was your design
  for the Eight Formations.

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Prayer

© Henry David Thoreau

That my weak hand may equal my firm faith
And my life practice what my tongue saith
That my low conduct may not show
Nor my relenting lines
That I thy purpose did not know
Or overrated thy designs.

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Paradise Lost : Book V.

© John Milton


Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime

Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter VII - Pompilia

© Robert Browning

  There,
Strength comes already with the utterance!
I will remember once more for his sake
The sorrow: for he lives and is belied.
Could he be here, how he would speak for me!

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The Poet Orders His Sepulchre

© John Jay Chapman

(After Ronsard)

YE caverns, and ye rills

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Bruise blue

© Dale Harcombe

Frail as smoke, she drifts
through the crowded train,
bringing with her
the cold ashes of poverty.

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"In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design

© Robert Frost

What had that flower to do with being white,
The blue prunella every child's delight.
What brought the kindred spider to that height?
(Make we no thesis of the miller's plight.)
What but design of darkness and of night?
Design, design! Do I use the word aright?