Poems begining by P
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Praise The Generous Gods
© William Ernest Henley
Praise the generous gods for giving
In a world of wrath and strife,
With a little time for living,
Unto all the joy of life.
Prospect
© Sylvia Plath
Among orange-tile rooftops
and chimney pots
the fen fog slips,
gray as rats,
Psalm LXXXIII. (83)
© John Milton
Be not thou silent now at length
O God hold not thy peace,
Sit not thou still O God of strength
We cry and do not cease.
Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance
© James Whitcomb Riley
What makes you come HERE fer, Mister,
So much to our house?--SAY?
Picture of Daniel in the Lion's Den at Hamilton Palace
© William Wordsworth
Amid a fertile region green with wood
And fresh with rivers, well doth it become
Passing The Buck
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Whatever the task that comes your way,
Just take it as part of your luck.
Look it right square in the eyes, and say,
"This is my task, I'll do it to-day":
Don't pass the buck.
Poem
© Bert Leston Taylor
Time's the Master Critic,
Only he can say
What, among these verses,
Good and bad and worse is --
What will live for aye.
People of the Living God
© James Montgomery
People of the living God,
I have sought the world around;
Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Each has his gifts, his losses and his gains,
Each his own share of pleasures and of pains;
No life-long aim with steadfast eye pursued
Finds a smooth pathway all with roses strewed;
Trouble belongs to man of woman born,--
Tread where he may, his foot will find its thorn.
Poetry And Reality
© Jane Taylor
THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,
With all his might pursuing fame or gold,
Periodicity
© Lesbia Harford
My friend declares
Being woman and virgin she
Takes small account of periodicity
And she is right.
Part Of The Fifth Scene In The Second Act Of Athalia
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
[Abner]
Oh! just avenging Heaven! [aside.
Penny Pieces
© Charles Lamb
"I keep it, dear papa, within my glove."
"You do-what sum then usually, my love,
Is there deposited? I make no doubt,
Some penny pieces you are not without."
Peter Walking Upon The Water
© John Newton
A Word from Jesus calms the sea,
The stormy wind controls;
And gives repose and liberty
To tempest-tossed souls.
Philosophy
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night,
'Bout hit bein' people's dooty, fu' to keep dey faces bright;
How one ought to live so pleasant dat ouah tempah never riles,
Meetin' evahbody roun' us wid ouah very nicest smiles.
Past And Future
© John Kenyon
Might well have marvelled what such form should mean.
But of that gray-haired group, which clustered round,
Not one there was but knew the nameand sighed
Whenaskingit was answered them "Regret."
