Poems begining by P
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Puritans - (from Hudibras)
© Samuel Butler
Our brethren of New England use
Choice malefactors to excuse,
Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 OClock Poems)
© Nazim Hikmet
Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
as my fortieth year passes...
Psalm LXXX. (80)
© John Milton
Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep
Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loved Josephs seed,
Possession
© Muriel Stuart
MOST blessed one, how can I let thee go?
Canst thou forswear the nightingale its tune-
Periander
© George Meredith
How died Melissa none dares shape in words.
A woman who is wife despotic lords
Count faggot at the question, Shall she live!
Her son, because his brows were black of her,
Runs barking for his bread, a fugitive,
And Corinth frowns on them that feed the cur.
Psalm VII.
© John Milton
Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him have render'd less,
And fre'd my foe for naught;
Perfume
© Arthur Symons
"Farewell" between our kisses creeps,
You fade, a ghost, upon the air;
Yet ah! the vacant place still keeps
The odour of your hair.
Pictures In The Smoke
© Dorothy Parker
Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine;
The second love was water, in a clear white cup;
The third love was his, and the fourth was mine;
And after that, I always get them all mixed up.
Polyphemus
© Ambrose Bierce
Twas a sick young man with a face ungay
And an eye that was all alone;
And he shook his head in a hopeless way
As he sat on a roadside stone.
Poem Delivered On The Fourteenth Anniversary Of California's Admission Into The Union, September 9,
© Francis Bret Harte
With scenes so adverse, what mysterious bond
Links our fair fortunes to the shores beyond?
Why come we here--last of a scattered fold--
To pour new metal in the broken mould?
To yield our tribute, stamped with Caesar's face,
To Caesar, stricken in the market-place?
Poetry and Prose
© Charles Harpur
What is the true difference twixt Prose and Rhyme,
Since both may be beautiful, both be sublime?
Nor in subject, nor treatment, nor passion it bides
But breathes through a certain rich something besides.
Procession I - Hanging day
© Wole Soyinka
Hanging day.
A hollow earth
Echoes footsteps of the grave procession.
Walls in sunspots
Lean to shadow of the shortening morn.
Pursuit And Possession
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
When I behold what pleasure is pursuit,
What life, what glorious eagerness it is;
Prayers For Wind
© John Gould Fletcher
Let the winds come,
And bury our feet in the sands of seven deserts;
Perfect Union
© Mathilde Blind
Then, as its incandescent bulk
Sank slowly, like the foundering hulk
Of some lone burning ship at sea,
His life set with it--bright as brief--
In that invincible belief
Of Man's august supremacy.
Poetry
© Edwin Markham
SHE comes like the hush and beauty of the night,
And sees too deep for laughter;
Her touch is a vibration and a light
From worlds before and after.
Psalm CIV. Paraphrased
© James Thomson
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;
Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?
Lord, thou art great, how great we cannot know;
Honour and majesty do round thee flow.
