The Petals Unfurled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sun began to shine the petals unfurled precise order, sequence regimented, controlled synchronized blooming set down in the genetic ...
Poems about design (51 Poems)
Barrington (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Land in the rough By design and by tradition. A sense of place. Stone wall and lake and meadow Wood ...
Dad’s Face (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
I saw Dad's Face In your face Last weekend In your yard I at the ready To lend a hand ...
Adam Asked (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Adam asked About Dad and what he did Saturday night. An interest In his family In a grandfather Gone since ...
Builder (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I could have been an architect easel and pad, compass and straight edge vision and design at least that's what ...
Ben apfelgarten (Eugene Field Poem)
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut in America (Philip Freneau Poem)
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
Advice To An Old Man of Sixty Three About To Marry a Girle of Sixteen (Thomas Flatman Poem)
Now fie upon him! what is Man, Whose life at best is but a span? When to an inch it ...
The Sick Abbess (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use; At other times it cherishes abuse; 'Tis not my purpose, howsoe'er, to tell Which ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
Belphegor Addressed To Miss De Chammelay (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
To The Nightingale (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Exert thy Voice, sweet Harbinger of Spring! This Moment is thy Time to sing, This Moment I attend to Praise, ...
The Owl Describing her Young Ones (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
The King and the Shepherd (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Moral Song (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Would we attain the happiest State, That is design'd us here; No Joy a Rapture must create, No Grief beget ...
On Myselfe (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Good Heav'n, I thank thee, since it was design'd I shou'd be fram'd, but of the weaker kinde, That yet, ...
On the Death of the Honourable Mr. James Thynne (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
On The Hurricane (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
A Pastoral Dialogue Between Two Shepherdesses (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid, Whilst the World dissolves in Heat, Take ...
Design (Robert Frost Poem)
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew (John Dryden Poem)
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
Song To A Fair Young Lady Going Out Of Town In The Spring (John Dryden Poem)
Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flow'rs to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
This is a Blossom of the Brain — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
This is a Blossom of the Brain -- A small -- italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit ...
Just as He spoke it from his Hands (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Just as He spoke it from his Hands This Edifice remain -- A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his ...
I meant to find Her when I came — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I meant to find Her when I came -- Death -- had the same design -- But the Success -- ...
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly (Emily Dickinson Poem)
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged -- a Summer Afternoon -- Repairing Everywhere -- Without ...