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- Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! by Thomas Heywood
- Pain has but one Acquaintance by Emily Dickinson
- Pain—expands the Time— by Emily Dickinson
- Pain—has an Element of Blank— by Emily Dickinson
- Paint me a cavernous waste shore by T. S. Eliot
- Painter, would you make my picture? by Robert Service
- Pale amber sunlight falls across by Ernest Dowson
- Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, by William Butler Yeats
- Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense, by Archibald Lampman
- Pale the moon her light was shedding by George Borrow
- Pale violin music whiffs across the moon, by Amy Lowell
- Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded by Amy Lowell
- Pale-faced is he, as in the door by Morris Rosenfeld
- Paler, not quite so fair as in her life, by Christina Rossetti
- Pallas, attending to the Muse’s song, by Ovid
- Pamela was too gentle to deceive by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Pan came out of the woods one day,— by Robert Frost
- Pan, blow your pipes and I will be by Leonora Speyer
- Panels of claret and blue which shine by Amy Lowell
- Papa above! by Emily Dickinson
- Paradise is of the option. by Emily Dickinson
- Paradise is that old mansion by Emily Dickinson
- Pardon the faults in me, by Christina Rossetti
- Pardon, Agathos, the weakness of a spirit new-fledged with by Edgar Allan Poe
- Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain by William Butler Yeats
- Parent of golden dreams, Romance! by George Gordon Lord Byron
- Parent to those, whose infant days by William Hayley
- Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass, by Emma Lazarus
- Paris;this April sunset completely utters by E. E. Cummings
- Parmi l’obscur champ de bataille by Paul Verlaine
- Parnell came down the road, he said to a cheering man: by William Butler Yeats
- Partake as doth the Bee, by Emily Dickinson
- Parting with Thee reluctantly, by Emily Dickinson
- Partly to think, more to be left alone, by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Pas les rafales à propos by Stéphane Mallarmé
- Pass to they Rendezvous of Light, by Emily Dickinson
- Passer by, by Edgar Lee Masters
- Passer-by, sin beyond any sin by Edgar Lee Masters
- Passers-By, by Carl Sandburg
- Passing away the bliss, by Christina Rossetti
- Passing away, saith the World, passing away: by Christina Rossetti
- Passing ships! Passing ships! by John L. Stoddard
- Passing through huddled and ugly walls by Carl Sandburg
- Passions are liken’d best to floods and streams: by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Past ash cans and alley cats, by Robert Service
- Past ruined Ilion Helen lives, by Walter Savage Landor
- Past seven o’clock: time to be gone; by Henry Newbolt
- Pat Casey had a billy-goat he gave the name of Shamus, by Robert Service
- Patience—has a quiet Outer— by Emily Dickinson
- Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- Patience, little Heart. by D. H. Lawrence
- Patient toiler on the road, by John L. Stoddard
- Patting goodbye, doubtless they told the lad by Wilfred Owen
- Paul Jannes was working very late, by Amy Lowell
- Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia, by Carl Sandburg
- Pausing a moment ere the day was done, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Peace flows into me by Sara Teasdale
- Peace is a fiction of our Faith— by Emily Dickinson
- Peace to the dead! The forest weaves, by Sam G. Goodrich
- Peace, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on? by Margaret L. Woods
- Peace-of-the-Heart, my own for long, by Vachel Lindsay
- Peace; come away: the song of woe by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Peace? and to all the world? sure, One by Henry Vaughan
- Pearl-Slashed and purple and crimson and by Don Marquis
- Pedlar’s coming down the street, by Robert Service
- Pensive, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All, by Walt Whitman
- People of Peace! a peaceful man, by Andrew Lang
- People that build their houses inland, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- People that I meet and pass by Sara Teasdale
- Per certo i bei vostr’occhi Donna mia by John Milton
- Perception of an object costs by Emily Dickinson
- Perchance the dying gods of Earth by Don Marquis
- Perched on a dead volcanic pile, by E. J. Pratt
- Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, by Robert Bridges
- Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, by W. H. Auden
- Perhaps ‘t is folly, but still I feel by George Borrow
- Perhaps I asked too large— by Emily Dickinson
- Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, by Sara Teasdale
- perhaps it is to feel strike by E. E. Cummings
- Perhaps the last of the light by Kate Northrop
- Perhaps they do not go so far by Emily Dickinson
- Perhaps they laughed at Dante in his youth, by Witter Bynner
- Perhaps you think me stooping by Emily Dickinson
- Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower, by Emily Dickinson
- Peril as a Possesssion by Emily Dickinson
- Perish the power that, bowed to dust, by Hanford Lennox Gordon
- Permit me, Julia, now to go away; by Robert Herrick
- Perplexed and troubled at his bad success by John Milton
- Persian, you rise by Herman Melville
- Pet was never mourned as you, by Thomas Hardy
- Petal with rosy cheeks, by Hilda Conkling
- Peter, it was not outward cold by Nannie R. Glass
- Philoclea and Pamela sweet, by Sir Philip Sidney
- Phoebus, arise! by William Drummond
- Phoebus, arise! by William Drummond
- Phyllida. Corydon, arise, my Corydon! by Anonymous
- Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Picasso by E. E. Cummings
- Picture and book remain, by William Butler Yeats
