Pain In Pleasure | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Pain In Pleasure Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,And drew around it other thoughts like beesFor multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;Whereat rejoicing, I desired the artOf the Greek whistler, who to wharf and martCould lure those insect swarms from orange-treesThat I might hive with me such … Read more…

Pan with Us | Poem by Robert Frost

Pan with Us Poem  ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ Pan came out of the woods one day,–His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,The gray of the moss of walls were they,–And stood in the sun and looked his fillAt wooded valley and wooded hill. He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,On a … Read more…

Past And Future | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Past And Future Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ MY future will not copy fair my pastOn any leaf but Heaven’s. Be fully doneSupernal Will ! I would not fain be oneWho, satisfying thirst and breaking fast,Upon the fulness of the heart at lastSays no grace after meat. My wine has runIndeed out of my … Read more…

Patience Taught By Nature | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Patience Taught By Nature Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ O DREARY life,’ we cry, ‘ O dreary life ! ‘And still the generations of the birdsSing through our sighing, and the flocks and herdsSerenely live while we are keeping strifeWith Heaven’s true purpose in us, as a knifeAgainst which we may struggle ! Ocean … Read more…

Pauls Wife | Poem by Robert Frost

Pauls Wife Poem  ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ To drive Paul out of any lumber campAll that was needed was to say to him,“How is the wife, Paul?”–and he’d disappear. Some said it was because be bad no wife,And hated to be twitted on the subject;Others because he’d come within a dayOr so of having one, … Read more…

Pea Brush | Poem by Robert Frost

Pea Brush Poem  ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting treesTo see for myself about the birch He said I could have to bush my peas. The sun in the new-cut narrow gap Was hot enough for the first of May,And stifling hot … Read more…

Perplexed Music | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Perplexed Music Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holdsA dulcimer of patience in his hand,Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfoldsIn sad-perplexed minors: deathly coldsFall on us while we hear, and countermandOur sanguine heart back from the fancylandWith nightingales in visionary wolds. We murmur … Read more…

Piping Down the Valleys Wild | Poem by William Blake

Piping Down the Valleys Wild Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ Piping down the valleys wild,Piping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,And he laughing said to me: ‘Pipe a song about a lamb!’So I piped with merry cheer. ‘Piper, pipe that song again.‘So I piped: he wept to hear. ‘Drop thy pipe, … Read more…

Place for a Third | Poem by Robert Frost

Place for a Third Poem  ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ Nothing to say to all those marriages!She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even for them, three to three. But come to die she found she cared so much:She thought of children in a burial row;Three children in a burial row … Read more…

Plowmen | Poem by Robert Frost

Plowmen Poem  ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ A plow, they say, to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, no–Unless in bitterness to mockAt having cultivated rock. _______________________________________________________________________________________ Robert Frost – Wikipedia Robert Frost – Poet | Academy of American Poets Buy Robert Frost at Amazon Buy Robert Frost at Barnes and Noble _______________________________________________________________________________________ … Read more…