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Love Of My Love

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O Love of my Love, O blue,
Blue sky that over me bends!
The height and the light are you,
And I the lark that ascends,

Limerick: There was an Old Person of Wick

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Wick,
Who said, 'Tick-a-Tick, Tick-a-Tick;
Chickabee, Chickabaw.'
And he said nothing more,
That laconic Old Person of Wick

Loving Henry

© Robert Graves

Henry, Henry, do you love me?

Do I love you, Mary?

Looking outward

© Friedrich Hölderlin

The open day is bright with pictures for everyone,

when green fields appear on the distant plain,

Lines For A Sun-Dial

© Alfred Noyes

With shadowy pen I write,
Till time be done,
Good news of some strange light,
Some far off sun.

Liberty, Equality, Fraternity

© Victor Marie Hugo

For centuries past this war-madness
Has laid hold of each combative race,
While our God takes but heed of the flower,
And that sun, moon, and stars keep their place.

'Lets Be Fools To-Night'

© Henry Lawson

Lily days and rose days:
Youthful days so bright;
We were fools in those days,
Lets be fools to-night.

Laburnums

© Padraic Colum

OVER old walls the Laburnums
hang cones of fire;
Laburnums that grow out of old
mould in old gardens:

Lines On Marle Field

© James Thomson

What is the task that to the muse belongs?
What but to deck in her harmonious songs
The beauteous works of nature and of art,
Rural retreats that cheer the heavy heart?

Limerick: There was an old man whose despair

© Edward Lear

There was an old man whose despair
Induced him to purchase a hare:
Whereon one fine day,
He rode wholly away,
Which partly assuaged his despair.

Lucy

© William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

Love From The North

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I had a love in soft south land,
Beloved through April far in May;
He waited on my lightest breath,
And never dared to say me nay.

Limerick: There was an Old Man of Jamaica

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Jamaica,
Who suddenly married a Quaker;
But she cried out, 'Alack!
I have married a black!'
Which distressed that Old Man of Jamaica

Lonesome Place

I got to leave this town.
Its a lonesome place.
Got to leave this town cause
Its a lonesome place.
A po, po boy cant
Find a friendly face.

Lines

Oh, there is a being that haunteth my dreams
When night sendeth slumber to me,
So like thee that of ten in waking it seems
It cannot be other than thee.