Poems with rhymes of pan

Never doubt that Pan
Lived, and played a reed, and ran

And hearing that she fled from Man,
I begg'd this Form of mighty Pan;

Piden queso, piden pan.
¡Triqui, triqui,
triqui, tran!

What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,

Confiscate his evening faggot under which my conies ran,
And summons him to judgment? I would sooner summons Pan.

My metal larynx does not speak — O frivolous man,
These minutes, rich in gold, slide past; thou art not young;
Remember! and wash well the gravel in the pan!

Off to the cook he quickly ran.
"Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan

Round pots and a pan,
A flea-bitten horse,
And a tilted van,

I put some corn mush in a pan;
He lapped it swiftly down and ran

Not that of satyr-charming Pan,
No cult of Nature shaming man,

And there with rod and can
I sit and fish and catch a dish
Of goujons for the pan.

How long since that so-Boston boot with reeling Maenads ran!
Numen adest! Let be the rest. Pipe and we pay, O Pan.

Till faith had traversed her appointed span,
And murmured as he pressed the sacred ground:
'It is the note of Pan!'

Thumping a rusty old pan;
Then began

With sentiments and sounds that good old Pan
Even in his demonium would ban?

That cannot take a mouse as the cat can;
And he that dieth for hunger of the gold
Call him Alexander; and say that Pan

Nor flute, nor lute, nor gittern can
So chant it as the pipe of Pan:

To prove he had never a pan,
But he shaved with a shell when he chose, -
'Twas the manner of Primitive Man.

Down the bright sward and through the reeds she ran,
Urged by the mountain echoes, at her heels
The hot-blown cheeks and trampling feet of Pan.

An' it jest happened on that night with no predictive plan,
He left some milk from Riley's ranch a-settin' in a pan;