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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Poet of Nature	Philip James Bailey	1836	English	From “Festus” HE had no times of study, and no place; All places and all times to him were one. His soul was like the wind-harp, which he loved, And sounded only when the spirit blew, Sometime in feasts and follies, for he went Lifelike through all...
The Poet of To-day	Sarah Jane Lippincott	1843	English	More than the soul of ancient song is given To thee, O poet of to-day!—thy dower Comes, from a higher than Olympian heaven, In holier beauty and in larger power. To thee Humanity, her woes revealing, Would all her griefs and ancient wrongs rehearse...
The Poet's Secret	Elizabeth Stoddard		English	The poet’s secret I must know, If that will calm my restless mind. I hail the seasons as they go, I woo the sunshine, brave the wind. I scan the lily and the rose, I nod to every nodding tree, I follow every stream that flows, And...
The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/A True Ballad
The Poets light but Lamps —				The Poets light but Lamps — Themselves — go out — The Wicks they stimulate — If vital Light Inhere as do the Suns — Each Age a Lens Disseminating their Circumference —
The Poet’s Bridal-Day Song	Allan Cunningham	1804	English	O, My love ’s like the steadfast sun, Or streams that deepen as they run; Nor hoary hairs, nor forty years, Nor moments between sighs and tears, Nor nights of thought, nor days of pain, Nor dreams of glory dreamed in vain, Nor mirth, nor sweetest...
The Poet’s Death	Sir Walter Scott	1791	English	From “The Lay of the Last Minstrel,” Canto V. CALL it not vain:—they do not err, Who say, that when the poet dies, Mute nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies; Who say tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed...
The Poet’s Friend	Alexander Pope	1708	English	[Lord Bolingbroke] From “An Essay on Man,” Epistle IV. COME then, my friend! my genius! come along; O master of the poet, and the song! And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends, To man’s low passions, or their glorious ends, Teach me, like...
The Poet’s Impulse	Lord Byron		English	From “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,” Canto III. SKY, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your...
The Poet’s Song to His Wife	Bryan Waller Procter		English	How many summers, love, Have I been thine? How many days, thou dove, Hast thou been mine? Time, like the wingèd wind When ’t bends the flowers, Hath left no mark behind, To count the hours! Some weight of thought, though...
The Poet’s Theme	John Milton	1628	English	From “Paradise Lost,” Book I. OF man’s first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us and regain the blissful seat, Sing,...
The Polar Quest	Richard Burton		English	Unconquerably, men venture on the quest And seek an ocean amplitude unsailed, Cold, virgin, awful. Scorning ease and rest, And heedless of the heroes who have failed, They face the ice floes with a dauntless zest. The polar quest! Life’s offer to the...
The Polar Quest	Richard Burton		English	Unconquerably, men venture on the quest And seek an ocean amplitude unsailed, Cold, virgin, awful. Scorning ease and rest, And heedless of the heroes who have failed, They face the ice floes with a dauntless zest. The polar quest! Life’s offer to the...
The Poor Man’s Day	James Grahame	1785	English	From “The Sabbath” HOW still the morning of the hallowed day! Mute is the voice of rural labor, hushed The ploughboy’s whistle and the milkmaid’s song. The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath Of tedded grass, mingled with faded flowers, That...
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first —			English	The Popular Heart is a Cannon first — Subsequent a Drum — Bells for an Auxiliary And an Afterward of Rum — Not a Tomorrow to know its name Nor a Past to stare — Ditches for Realms and a Trip to Jail...
The Portrait	E. Robert Bulwer, Lord Lytton		English	Midnight past! Not a sound of aught Through the silent house, but the wind at his prayers. I sat by the dying fire, and thought Of the dear dead woman upstairs. A night of tears! for the gusty rain Had ceased, but the eaves were dripping yet;...
The Portrait	Thomas Heywood	177	English	Give place, ye ladies, and begone, Boast not yourselves at all: For here at hand approacheth one Whose face will stain you all. The virtue of her lively looks Excels the precious stone: I wish to have none other books To read or look upon...
The power to be true to You,				The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture — Presumptuous of Your Place — Of This — Could Man deprive Me — Himself — the Heaven excel — Whose invitation — Yours...
The Prayer of Agassiz	John Greenleaf Whittier	1827	English	On the isle of Penikese, Ringed about by sapphire seas, Fanned by breezes salt and cool, Stood the Master with his school. Over sails that not in vain Wooed the west-wind’s steady strain, Line of coast that low and far Stretched its...
The Presence of Love	Samuel Taylor Coleridge	1792	Love	And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat; You...