| First Line of Poem |
Poem Title |
Author |
Lines |
Views |
| Pa he bringed me here to stay |
A Christmas Memory |
James Whitcomb Riley |
56 |
111 |
| Pace slowly, black horses, step stately and solemn |
A Monody |
Kate Seymour Maclean |
33 |
133 |
| Packs of houses squat along rotten streets, |
Sunday Afternoon |
Alfred Lichtenstein |
16 |
148 |
| Pagget, a schoolboy, got a sword, and then |
Upon Pagget. |
Robert Herrick |
6 |
103 |
| Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us |
Love's Light Summer-Cloud. |
Thomas Moore |
24 |
143 |
| Pain can go guised as joy, dross pass for gold, |
The All-Creative Spark |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
30 |
13 |
| Pain has an element of blank; |
The Mystery Of Pain. |
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson |
8 |
214 |
| PAINTER in Paphos and Cythera famed |
An Imitation Of Anacreon |
Jean de La Fontaine |
12 |
202 |
| Palace and ruin, bless thee evermore! |
Holyrood Palace. |
Victor-Marie Hugo |
6 |
186 |
| Palace-roof of cloudless nights! |
Ode To Heaven. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
70 |
95 |
| Pale amber sunlight falls across |
Autumnal |
Ernest Christopher Dowson |
20 |
275 |
| Pale as a star that shines through rain |
A Legend Of The Lily. |
Madison Julius Cawein |
63 |
339 |
| Pale beech and pine-tree blue, |
In A Wood |
Thomas Hardy |
44 |
213 |
| Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, |
Aedh Laments The Loss Of Love |
William Butler Yeats |
7 |
787 |
| Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, |
The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love |
William Butler Yeats |
|
569 |
| Pale death with equal foot strikes wide the door |
Stanzas. |
William Cowper |
42 |
213 |
| Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight, |
The Pacifist |
Hilaire Belloc |
2 |
406 |
| Pale faces looked up at me, up from the earth, like flowers; |
At Moonrise |
Madison Julius Cawein |
28 |
292 |
| Pale girl with russet hair, Tatters in what you wear |
To A Red-Haired Beggar Girl |
Charles Baudelaire |
56 |
245 |
| Pale hands I love beside the Shalimar, |
Kashmiri Song |
Laurence Hope (Adela Florence Cory Nicolson) |
12 |
205 |
| Pale moon! thy mild benignant light |
Queen Mary's Complaint. |
Helen Maria Williams |
48 |
44 |
| Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense, |
April. |
Archibald Lampman |
77 |
194 |
| Pale, at its ghastly noon, |
A Funeral Fantasie. |
Friedrich Schiller |
80 |
90 |
| Pale-faced is he, as in the door |
A Fellow Slave |
Morris Rosenfeld |
36 |
82 |
| Paler than the water's white |
Unloved. |
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop |
12 |
180 |
| Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd, |
On The Countess Of Burlington Cutting Paper |
Alexander Pope |
|
800 |
| Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd; |
On The Countess Of Burlington Cutting Paper. |
Alexander Pope |
20 |
103 |
| Palm Sunday at the Vatican |
Symbols. |
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
16 |
217 |
| Pan came out of the woods one day, |
Pan With Us |
Robert Lee Frost |
|
553 |
| Pan loved his neighbour Echo - but that child |
Pan, Echo, And The Satyr. From The Greek Of Moschus. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
12 |
79 |
| Pan, Pan, oh mighty hunter! whether now, |
From The Same (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) |
William Lisle Bowles |
12 |
329 |
| Pancakes and fritters, |
Nursery Rhyme. CLXIX. Songs. |
Unknown |
8 |
7 |
| Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, |
To The Small Celandine |
William Wordsworth |
|
260 |
| Pap he allus ust to say, |
Them Old Cheery Words |
James Whitcomb Riley |
72 |
70 |
| Pap's got his patent-right, and rich is all creation; |
Griggsby's Station |
James Whitcomb Riley |
40 |
91 |
| Paradise is, as from the learn'd I gather, |
Paradise. |
Robert Herrick |
2 |
122 |
| Paradise, my darling, know that paradise, |
Paradise |
Edward Powys Mathers (As Translator) |
36 |
102 |
| Pardon me, God, once more I Thee entreat, |
To God. |
Robert Herrick |
10 |
147 |
| Pardon mine ears, both I and they do pray, |
Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LI |
Philip Sidney (Sir) |
14 |
82 |
| Pardon my trespass, Silvia! I confess |
To Silvia |
Robert Herrick |
|
361 |
| Pardon the faults in me, |
Wife To Husband |
Christina Georgina Rossetti |
30 |
88 |
| Pardon, Agathos, the weakness of a spirit new-fledged with immortality! |
The Power Of Words |
Edgar Allan Poe |
|
734 |
| Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make |
Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXVII |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
14 |
509 |
| Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain |
Introductory Rhymes |
William Butler Yeats |
22 |
466 |
| Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain |
Responsibilities |
William Butler Yeats |
|
454 |
| Parent and Prince of Heav'n, O lead, I pray, |
Senecae Ex Cleanthe. |
Richard Lovelace |
10 |
138 |
| Parent of golden dreams, Romance! |
To Romance. |
George Gordon Byron |
64 |
228 |
| Parent to those, whose infant days |
Two Hymns Written for the Asylum of Female Orphans. |
William Hayley |
40 |
239 |
| Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass, |
Destiny. |
Emma Lazarus |
14 |
175 |
| Paris, half Angel, half Grisette, |
Paris Day By Day: A Familiar Epistle - (To Mrs. Henry Harland[1]) |
Richard Le Gallienne |
49 |
155 |
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