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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Pilgrims and the Peas	John Wolcot		English	A Brace of sinners, for no good, Were ordered to the Virgin Mary’s shrine, Who at Loretto dwelt, in wax, stone, wood, And in a fair white wig looked wondrous fine. Fifty long miles had those sad rogues to travel, With something in their shoes much...
The Pine Tree			English	In the wild north a pine tree stands alone On the bare top of a mountain. It slumbers and sways, covered with Powdery snow like a mantle. ...
The Pines	Harriet Prescott Spofford		English	Couldst thou, Great Fairy, give to me The instant’s wish, that I might see Of all the earth’s that one dear sight Known only in a dream’s delight, I would, beneath some island steep, In some remote and sun-bright deep, See high in heaven above me...
The Pines	Julie Mathilde Lippmann		English	Throughout the soft and sunlit day The pennoned pines, in strict array, Stand grim and silent, gaunt and gray. But when the blasts of winter keen, They whisper each to each, and lean Like comrades with a bond between. And seeing them deport...
The Pines and the Sea	Christopher Pearse Cranch		English	Beyond the low marsh-meadows and the beach, Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines, The long blue level of the ocean shines. The distant surf, with hoarse, complaining speech, Out from its sandy barrier seems to reach; And while the sun behind the...
The Piper	William Blake	1777	English	Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me:— “Pipe a song about a lamb:” So I piped with merry cheer. “Piper, pipe that song again:” So I piped; he wept to hear. ...
The Pity of the Leaves	Edwin Arlington Robinson		English	Vengeful across the cold November moors, Loud with ancestral shame there came the bleak, Sad wind that shrieked, and answered with a shriek, Reverberant through lonely corridors. The old man heard it; and he heard, perforce, Words out of lips that were no...
The Place where Man should Die	Michael Joseph Barry	1837	English	How little recks it where men lie, When once the moment’s past In which the dim and glazing eye Has looked on earth its last,— Whether beneath the sculptured urn The coffined form shall rest, Or in its nakedness return Back to its...
The Plaidie	Charles Sibley		English	Upon ane stormy Sunday, Coming adoon the lane, Were a score of bonnie lassies— And the sweetest I maintain Was Caddie, That I took unneath my plaidie, To shield her from the rain. She said that the daisies blushed ...
The Planting of the Apple-Tree	William Cullen Bryant	1814	English	come, let us plant the apple-tree. Cleave the tough greensward with the spade Wide let its hollow bed be made; There gently lay the roots, and there Sift the dark mould with kindly care, And press it o’er them tenderly, As, round the sleeping...
The Planting of the Apple-Tree	William Cullen Bryant	1814	English	COME, let us plant the apple-tree. Cleave the tough greensward with the spade; Wide let its hollow bed be made; There gently lay the roots, and there Sift the dark mould with kindly care, And press it o’er them tenderly, As round the sleeping...
The Pleasure-Boat	Richard Henry Dana, Sr.	1807	English	Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go! They’re seated side by side; Wave chases wave in pleasant flow; The bay is fair and wide. The ripples lightly tap the boat; Loose! Give her to the wind! She shoots ahead; they’re all afloat; ...
The Plough	Richard Henry Hengist Horne	1822	English	Above yon sombre swell of land Thou seest the dawn’s grave orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods; All silent is the earth and sky, Except with his own lonely...
The Plough-Hands' Song	Joel Chandler Harris		English	Nigger mighty happy w’en he layin’ by co’n— Dat sun ’s a-slantin’; Nigger mighty happy w’en he year de dinner ho’n— Dat sun ’s a-slantin’; En he mo’ happy still w’en de night draws on— Dat sun ’s a-slantin’; Dat sun ’s a-...
The Ploughman	Oliver Wendell Holmes		English	Clear the brown path to meet his coulter’s gleam! Lo! on he comes, behind his smoking team, With toil’s bright dew-drops on his sunburnt brow, The lord of earth, the hero of the plough! First in the field before the reddening sun, Last in the shadows...
The poems of John Godfrey Saxe/The Blind Men and the Elephant				MORAL. So, oft in theologic wars The disputants, I ween, ...
The Poems of Sappho			English
The Poet	William Cullen Bryant	1814	English	Thou, who wouldst wear the name Of poet mid thy brethren of mankind, And clothe in words of flame Thoughts that shall live within the general mind! Deem not the framing of a deathless lay The pastime of a drowsy summer day. But gather all thy...
The Poet	Cornelius Mathews		English	Gather all kindreds of this boundless realm To speak a common tongue in thee! Be thou— Heart, pulse, and voice, whether pent hate o’erwhelm The stormy speech or young love whisper low. Cheer them, immitigable battle-drum! Forth, truth-mailed, to the...
The Poet and the Child	Winifred Howells		English	“and you, Sir Poet, shall you make, I pray, This child a poet with that insight rare They tell me poets have, that everywhere He sees new beauties lost to common clay?” “Nay,” said the poet, “rather lend the boy Your scarf of gauze, to veil his...