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Leonora

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

LEONORA, Leonora,
How the word rolls--Leonora--
Lion-like, in full-mouthed sound,
Marching o'er the metric ground

Seems only just a year ago that he was toddling round the place
In pretty little colored suits and with a pink and shining face.
I used to hold him in my arms to watch when our canary sang,
And now tonight he tells me that he's leader of his gang.

Leander To Hero

© Madison Julius Cawein

Brows wan thro' blue-black tresses
Wet with sharp rain and kisses;
Locks loose the sea-wind scatters,
Like torn wings fierce for flight;
Cold brows, whose sadness flatters,
One kiss and then--good-night.

Loss.

© Robert Crawford

She gave the day its heart of fire,
She gave the night her soul of flame;
The sun and moon translated through
Her love as gods became.

Lullaby

© Eve Merriam

Purple,
Purple,
Twilight
Sky light.

Lines.If we should ever meet again

© Louisa Stuart Costello

If we should ever meet again

When many tedious years are past;

London Types: Bluecoat Boy

© William Ernest Henley

So went our boys when Edward Sixth, the King,

Chartered Christ's Hospital, and died. And so

Lament on the Death of Willie

© Julia A Moore

Willie had a purple monkey climbing on a yellow stick,
And when he sucked the paint all off it made him deathly sick;
And in his latest hours he clasped that monkey in his hand,
And bade good-bye to earth and went into a better land.

Los Heraldos Negros

© Cesar Vallejo

Son las caídas hondas de los Cristos del alma,
de alguna adorable que el Destino Blasfema,
Esos golpes sangrientos son las crepitaciones
de algún pan que en la puerta del horno se nos quema

Lute

© Bai Juyi

My lute set aside

on the little table

Love Song for Lucinda

© Langston Hughes

Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.

Love And Beauty: II: To The Same

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Oh Soul! that this fair flower dost so mirrour,
Ask of thyself, saying-'Soul beautiful,
Oh Soul-in-love, oh happy, happy Soul,
That wert so dull and poor, and this sweet hour

Love's Seasons

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine
And the summer days are in their bloom,
Then my love is deepest, oh, dearest heart of mine,
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine.

Limerick: There was an Old Person of Rhodes

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Rhodes,
Who strongly objected to toads;
He paid several cousins,
To catch them by the dozens,
That futile Old Person of Rhodes.

Love

SHE loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips

The live confession came, like rich perfume

Love

Our love is not a fading earthly flower:

Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise,

Little Fellow

OH, you laughing little fellow, with your eyes agleam with fun,
And your golden curls a-mockin' all the splendor of the sun,
With your cheeks a wee bit redder than the petals of the rose,
You don't know just what you mean to your daddy, I suppose.

Let Us Fly!

Giacomo! back to the stable;
I shan't want the horses to-night.
And see you be gentle with Mabel;
It is not her temper, but fright.
Soft and warm, deep and broad, be her litter,
And her mane most caressingly curled.

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