Poems begining by P
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Passer Mortuus Est
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Death devours all lovely things;
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness,presently
Every bed is narrow.
Portrait By A Neighbour
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Before she has her floor swept
Or her dishes done,
Any day you'll find her
A-sunning in the sun!
Prayer To Persephone
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the the year goes by;
Prisoner, The - (A Fragment)
© Emily Jane Brontë
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray,
Reckless of the lives wasting there away;
"Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder stern!"
He dared not say me nay - the hinges harshly turn.
Punch Song (To be sung in the Northern Countries)
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
On the mountain's breezy summit,
Where the southern sunbeams shine,
Aided by their warming vigor,
Nature yields the golden wine.
Punch Song
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Four elements, joined in
Harmonious strife,
Shadow the world forth,
And typify life.
Pompeii And Herculaneum
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
What wonder this?--we ask the lympid well,
O earth! of thee--and from thy solemn womb
What yieldest thou?--is there life in the abyss--
Doth a new race beneath the lava dwell?
Political Precept
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
All that thou doest is right; but, friend, don't carry this precept
On too far,--be content, all that is right to effect.
It is enough to true zeal, if what is existing be perfect;
False zeal always would find finished perfection at once.
Participation
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
E'en by the hand of the wicked can truth be working with vigor;
But the vessel is filled by what is beauteous alone.
Parables And Riddles
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
A bridge of pearls its form uprears
High o'er a gray and misty sea;
E'en in a moment it appears,
And rises upwards giddily.
Passing showers
© John Matthew
Yesterday a passing, transient shower,
Slaked my thirst so gently, softly,
Showers in March are unheard
In this arid part of the world.
Puritans
© Richard Wilbur
Sidling upon the river, the white boat
Has volleyed with its cannon all the morning,
Shaken the shore towns like a Judgment warning,
Telling the palsied water its demand
That the crime come to the top again, and float,
That the sunk murder rise to the light and land.
Parable
© Richard Wilbur
I read how Quixote in his random ride
Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose
The purity of chance, would not decide
Praise In Summer
© Richard Wilbur
Obscurely yet most surely called to praise,
As sometimes summer calls us all, I said
The hills are heavens full of branching ways
Where star-nosed moles fly overhead the dead;
Pardons
© Robert Herrick
Those ends in war the best contentment bring,
Whose peace is made up with a pardoning.
Proof to No Purpose
© Robert Herrick
You see this grntle stream that glides,
Shoved on, by quick-succeeding tides:
Try if this sober stream you can
Follow to th' wider ocean,
Peace Not Permanent
© Robert Herrick
Great cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.
Pray And Prosper
© Robert Herrick
First offer incense; then, thy field and meads
Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads.
The spangling dew dredged o'er the grass shall be
Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee.
Purposes
© Robert Herrick
No wrath of men, or rage of seas,
Can shake a just man's purposes;
No threats of tyrants, or the grim
Visage of them can alter him;
But what he doth at first intend,
That he holds firmly to the end.
