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 394 PLEDGE— POET Pledge. I don't appruve o' givin' pledges ; You'd ough' to leave a feller free, An' not go knockin' out the wedges To ketch his fingers in the tree. J. R. Lowell, The Biglow Papers, Sev. I., Letter j. Pleiads. Many a night I saw the pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Locksley Hall, st. 3. Ploughshare. Smoothly the ploughshare runs through the soil as a keel through the water. H. W. Longfellow, Evangeline, Pt. II., 3, /. 104. Plover. O little plover still circling over Your nest in clover, your house of love, Sure none dare harm it and none alarm it While you are keeping your watch above. Katharine Tynan Hinkson, Cuckoo Songs :. Plovi r m Guard, st. 1. Poem. Is the poem but the poet as he dares to live and die ? Walter C. Smith, Hilda ; among the Broken Gods : Luke Sprott, st. 26. Poet. The world but feels the present's spell, The poet feels the past as well. Matthew Arnold, Bacchanalia, or The New Age, II ., II. 65-6. Not deep the poet sees, but wide. Matthew Arnold, Resignation, I. 214. Well may we mourn, when the head Of a sacred poet lies low In an age which can rear them no more ! Matthew Arnold, The Youth of Nature, 11. 48-50. " But, alas ! Poets are few, and poets that are wise Are — well, where are they ? Sleeping in their graves." Alfred Austin, Fortunatus the Pessimist, act II., sc. 6 (Fortu- natus). O souls perplexed by hood and cowl, Fain would you find a teacher. Consult the lark and not the owl, The poet, not the preacher. Alfred Austin, Love's Widowhood, etc. : The Owl and the Lark, st. 19.