PEN.................1
   He soon could write with the pen: and from that time,    Foster-Mother


PENANCE.............2
   Quoth he the man hath penance done,                      Ancyent Marinere V
   And penance more will do.                                Ancyent Marinere V


PENDANT.............1
   By pendant boughs of tressy yew. --                      Lewti


PERCEIVE............3
   My gentle reader, I perceive                             Simon Lee
   You hardly can perceive his joy.                         Idiot Boy
   And what perceive; well pleased to recognize             Tintern Abbey


PERCH...............1
   Many a Nightingale perch giddily                         Nightingale


PERCH'D.............1
   It perch'd for vespers nine,                             Ancyent Marinere I


PERCHANCE...........4
   "Unless perchance it were                                Ancyent Marinere VII
   You may perchance behold them on the twigs,              Nightingale
   Nor, perchance,                                          Tintern Abbey
   And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance,               Tintern Abbey


PERFECT.............2
   And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought            Female Vagrant
   To peace so perfect, that the young behold               Old Man Travelling


PERFORCE............1
   My head was turn'd perforce away                         Ancyent Marinere VI


PERHAPS............15
   Perhaps the breezes that can fly                         Lewti
   Perhaps a tale you'll make it.                           Simon Lee
   Perhaps when you are at the place                        The Thorn
   Most innocent, perhaps -- and what if guilty?            Dungeon
   That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd,                      Idiot Boy
   Or lost perhaps, and never found;                        Idiot Boy
   Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,                        Idiot Boy
   "Perhaps he's climbed into an oak,                       Idiot Boy
   "Perhaps he's gone along the dell,                       Idiot Boy
   Perhaps, and no unlikely thought!                        Idiot Boy
   Perhaps he's turned himself about,                       Idiot Boy
   And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,                    Idiot Boy
   Perhaps, with head and heels on fire,                    Idiot Boy
   And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,                Near Richmond
   Of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps,                 Tintern Abbey


PERILOUS............1
   Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale!                  Foster-Mother


PERISH..............1
   And perish all of poverty.                               Last of the Flock


PERISH'D............1
   For Maids, as well as Youths, have perish'd              Lewti


PERISHED............3
   Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep,          Female Vagrant
   All perished -- all, in one remorseless year,            Female Vagrant
   And ravenous plague, all perished: every tear            Female Vagrant


PERIWINKLE..........1
   The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes;                     Lines in Early Spring


PERPETUAL...........1
   Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay.        Female Vagrant


PERPLEXITY..........1
   And somewhat of a sad perplexity,                        Tintern Abbey


PESTILENCE..........1
   The breathing pestilence that rose like smoke!           Female Vagrant


PHEERE..............1
   That woman and her fleshless Pheere?                     Ancyent Marinere III


PHILOMELA'S.........1
   O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.                  Nightingale


PHRASE..............1
   In gentle phrase, then bid me sing to you --             Foster-Mother


PICTURE.............1
   The picture of the mind revives again:                   Tintern Abbey


PIERC'D.............1
   -- But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd Nightingale


PIERCED.............1
   Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays     Convict


PILE................1
   A pile before-hand, wood or stick,                       Goody Blake


PILED...............1
   That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod          Yew-Tree near Esthwaite


PILLOW..............1
   And quietness pillow his head.                           Convict


PILOT...............3
   The pilot, and the pilot's boy                           Ancyent Marinere VI
   (The Pilot made reply)                                   Ancyent Marinere VII
   I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd                      Ancyent Marinere VII


PILOT'S.............4
   I heard the pilot's cheer:                               Ancyent Marinere VI
   The pilot, and the pilot's boy                           Ancyent Marinere VI
   Within the Pilot's boat.                                 Ancyent Marinere VII
   I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,                        Ancyent Marinere VII


PINE................1
   In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,           Female Vagrant


PINED...............1
   And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.       Female Vagrant


PINN'D..............1
   And blankets were about him pinn'd;                      Goody Blake


PIOUS...............1
   My father was a good and pious man,                      Female Vagrant


PIPING..............1
   And one low piping sound more sweet than all --          Nightingale


PITEOUS.............2
   Is sick, and makes a piteous moan,                       Idiot Boy
   This piteous news so much it shock'd her,                Idiot Boy


PITY................5
   And Christ would take no pity on                         Ancyent Marinere IV
   Sure my kind saint took pity on me,                      Ancyent Marinere IV
   Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised.                    Female Vagrant
   But in the milder grief of pity.                         Near Richmond
   That outcast of pity behold.                             Convict


PITY-PLEADING.......1
   O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.                  Nightingale


PLACE...............8
   With silent pace, each to his place,                     Ancyent Marinere VI
   With holy men, nor in a holy place --                    Foster-Mother
   But never elsewhere in one place I knew                  Nightingale
   How he would place his hand beside his ear,              Nightingale
   I know the place where LEWTI lies,                       Lewti
   "Kilve," said I, "was a pleasant place,                  Anecdote for Fathers
   Perhaps when you are at the place                        The Thorn
   And this place our forefathers made for man!             Dungeon