Poems begining by L
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Lars
© Celia Thaxter
"Tell us a story of these Isles," they said,
The daughters of the West, whose eyes had seen
For the first time the circling sea, instead
Of the blown prairie's waves of grassy green:
"Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby"
© Eugene Field
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,
I heard a moder to her dearie singing
"Lollyby, lolly, lollyby."
And presently that chylde did cease hys weeping,
And on his moder's breast did fall a-sleeping,
To "lolly, lolly, lollyby."
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Basing
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Basing,
Whose presence of mind was amazing;
He purchased a steed,
Which he rode at full speed,
And escaped from the people of Basing.
La Nymphe LApercoit
© André Marie de Chénier
La nymphe l'aperçoit, et l'arrête, et soupire.
Vers un banc de gazon, tremblante, elle l'attire;
Limerick:There was a Young Lady of Troy,
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Troy,
Whom several large flies did annoy;
Some she killed with a thump,
Some she drowned at the pump,
And some she took with her to Troy.
Little Henry
© Julia A Moore
God has took their little treasure,
And his name I'll tell you now,
He has gone from earth forever,
Their little Charles Henry House.
"Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish"
© Lesbia Harford
Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish
Known to me of old;
And there passed me, not much changed, my earliest lover,
Smiling, suffering, cold.
"Look up, desponding hearts! See, Morning sallies"
© Alfred Austin
Look up, desponding hearts! See, Morning sallies
From out her tents behind the screening hill,
Lines On The Death Of Sir William Russel
© William Cowper
Doomed, as I am, in solitude to waste
The present moments, and regret the past,
Limerick:There was an Old Person of Ewell
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Ewell,
Who chiefly subsisted on gruel;
But to make it more nice
He inserted some mice,
Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.
Longfellow
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Across the sea the swift sad message darts
And beats with sudden pang against our hearts.
Under the elm-trees in his homestead old
The Laureate of our land lies dead and cold;
Leaves
© Frederic Manning
A frail and tenuous mist lingers on baffled and intricate branches;
Little gilt leaves are still, for quietness holds every bough;
Pools in the muddy road slumber, reflecting indifferent stars;
Steeped in the loveliness of moonlight is earth, and the valleys,
Brimmed up with quiet shadow, with a mist of sleep.
Let Them Go
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams
In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight
That yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,
And shoot the shadows through and through with light?
What matters one lost vision of the night?
Let the dream go!!
Love Songs
© Sara Teasdale
But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a vague prelude to the thought of you -
You are the rarest soul I ever knew,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;
My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,
And when I think of you, I am at rest.
Life And Death
© Sri Aurobindo
Life, death, - death, life; the words have led for ages
Our thought and consciousness and firmly seemed
Two opposites; but now long-hidden pages
Are opened, liberating truths undreamed.
Life only is, or death is life disguised, -
Life a short death until by Life we are surprised.
Liberty
© Edward Thomas
The last light has gone out of the world, except
This moonlight lying on the grass like frost
Letter From The Town Mouse To The Country Mouse
© Horace Smith
I.
Oh for a field, my friend; oh for a field!
Late Loved--Well Loved
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
He stood beside her in the dawn
(And she his Dawn and she his Spring),
La Araucana - Canto III
© Alonso de Ercilla y Zuniga
Valdivia con pocos españoles y algunos indios amigos camina a la casa de Tucapel, para hacer el castigo. Mátanle los araucanos, los corredores en el camino en un paso estrecho y danle después la batalla, en la cual fue muerto él y toda su gente por el gran esfuerzo y valentía de Lautaro
¡Oh incurable mal! ¡oh gran fatiga,
Light
© Swami Vivekananda
I look behind and after
And find that all is right,
In my deepest sorrows
There is a soul of light.
