Design poems
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Bleinheim, a Poem
© Philips John
From low and abject themes the grov'ling museNow mounts aërial, to sing of armsTriumphant, and emblaze the martial actsOf Britain's hero; may the verse not sinkBeneath his merits, but detain a whileThy ear, O Harley, (though thy country's wealDepends on thee, though mighty Anne requiresThy hourly counsels) since with ev'ry artThy self adorn'd, the mean essays of youthThou wilt not damp, but guide, wherever found,The willing genius to the muses' seat:Therefore thee first, and last, the muse shall sing
A Satire, in Imitation of the Third of Juvenal
© John Oldham
Though much concern'd to leave my dear old friend,I must however his design commendOf fixing in the country: for were IAs free to choose my residence, as he;The Peak, the Fens, the Hundreds, or Land's End,I would prefer to Fleet Street, or the Strand
The Flag of Our Union
© Morris George Pope
"A song for our banner?" -- The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station:"United we stand -- divided we fall!" -- It made and preserves us a nation!The union of lakes -- the union of lands -- The union of States none can sever --The union of hearts -- the union of hands -- And the Flag of the Union for ever And ever! The Flag of our Union for ever
What God in his mercy and wisdom designed, And armed with his weapons of thunder,Not all the earth's despots and factions combined Have the power to conquer or sunder!The union of lakes -- the union of lands -- The union of states none can sever --The union of hearts -- the union of hands -- And the Flag of the Union for ever And ever! The Flag of our Union for ever!
Oh, keep that flag flying! -- The pride of the van! To all other nations display it!The ladies for union are all to a -- man! But not to the man who'd betray it
Suburb
© Harold Monro
Dull and hard the low wind creaksAmong the rustling pampas plumes.Drearily the year consumesIts fifty-two insipid weeks.
Paradise Regain'd: Book II (1671)
© John Milton
MEan while the new-baptiz'd, who yet remain'dAt Jordan with the Baptist, and had seenHim whom they heard so late expresly call'dJesus Messiah Son of God declar'd,And on that high Authority had believ'd,And with him talkt, and with him lodg'd, I meanAndrew and Simon, famous after knownWith others though in Holy Writ not nam'd,Now missing him thir joy so lately found,So lately found, and so abruptly gone,Began to doubt, and doubted many days,And as the days increas'd, increas'd thir doubt:Sometimes they thought he might be only shewn,And for a time caught up to God, as onceMoses was in the Mount, and missing long;And the great Thisbite who on fiery wheelsRode up to Heaven, yet once again to come
Lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read Mathematics in November after one’s fire is out
© James Clerk Maxwell
In the sad November time,When the leaf has left the lime,And the Cam, with sludge and slime, Plasters his ugly channel,While, with sober step and slow,Round about the marshes low,Stiffening students stumping go Shivering through their flannel
Romeo and Juliet
© Marquis Donald Robert Perry
Pop Montague's old brain was wried Through all its convolutionsWith constant thoughts of Homicide And kindred institutions.
The Song of the Hemp
© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley
The stubbled Hemp-field called the wind That passed with moistened eyes:
To a Spider
© Linton William James
Spider! Spider! hid from sightTill some hapless fly alight,What fore-thoughtful brain and eyeFashion'd thy web's nice symmetry?
The Brides
© Alec Derwent Hope
Down the assembly line they roll and passComplete at last, a miracle of design;Their chromium fenders, the unbreakable glass,The fashionable curve, the air-flow line.
Thirty-Six Ways of Looking at Toronto Ontario
© Gotlieb Phyllis
##.see my house, its angled street,east, north, west, south,southeast, northwest, there areno parking placeshere
