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• Poems of Passion/Beyond

  It seemeth such a little way to me
  Across to that strange country—the Beyond;
  And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Poems of Passion/But One

  The year has but one June, dear friend;
  The year has but one June;
  And when that perfect month doth end, …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Poems of Passion/Change

  Changed? Yes, I will confess it—I have changed.
  I do not love in the old fond way.
  I am your friend still—time has not estranged …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Poems of Passion/Communism

  When my blood flows calm as a purling river,
  When my heart is asleep and my brain has sway,
  It is then that I vow we must part forever, …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Poems of Passion/Delilah

  In the midnight of darkness and terror,
  When I would grope nearer to God,
  With my back to a record of error …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Poems written in jail

  I must
  Speak of God in whom
  I trust. …

  Louis Riel

• Poetical Essay on the Existing State of Things

  Destruction marks thee! o’er the blood-stain’d heath
  Is faintly borne the stifled wail of death;
  Millions to fight compell’d, to fight or die …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Poor little Heart!

  Poor little Heart!
  Did they forget thee?
  Then dinna care! Then dinna care! …

  Emily Dickinson

• Power is a familiar growth —

  Power is a familiar growth —
  Not foreign — not to be —
  Beside us like a bland Abyss …

• Praise it — 'tis dead —

  Praise it — 'tis dead —
  It cannot glow —
  Warm this inclement Ear …

• Precious to Me — She still shall be —

  Precious to Me — She still shall be —
  Though She forget the name I bear —
  The fashion of the Gown I wear — …

• Prelude (Paterson)

  I have gathered these stories afar
  In the wind and the rain,
  In the land where the cattle-camps are, …

  Banjo Paterson

• Presentiment — is that long Shadow — on the Lawn —

  Presentiment — is that long Shadow — on the Lawn —
  Indicative that Suns go down —
  The Notice to the startled Grass …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Primrose, Being at Montgomery Castle, Upon the Hill, on Which It Is Situate

  ⁠UPON this Primrose hill,
  ⁠Where, if heaven would distil
  A shower of rain, each several drop might go …

  John Donne

• A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep

  A prisoner in a dungeon deep
  Sat musing silently;
  His head was rested on his hand, …

  Anne Brontë

• Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato

  To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
  To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
  To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, …

  Alexander Pope

• Promise This — When You be Dying —

  Promise This — When You be Dying —
  Some shall summon Me —
  Mine belong Your latest Sighing — …

• Proof

  That I did always love,
  I bring thee proof :
  That till I loved …

  Emily Dickinson

• A prospect of death

  Death! thou real friend of innocence,
  Tho' dreadful unto shivering sense,
  I feel my nature tottering o'er …

  Ann Eliza Bleecker

• Psalm of the Day

  Still rears the East her amber flag,
  Guides still the sun along the crag
  His caravan of red, …

  Emily Dickinson

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