Poems begining by L
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Love Came to Flora Asking for a Flower
© Toru Dutt
Love came to Flora asking for a flower
That would of flowers be undisputed queen,
Le Pont Mirabeau {French}
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine.
Lincoln
© Harriet Monroe
And, lo! leading a blessed host comes one
Who held a warring nation in his heart;
London Types: News Boy
© William Ernest Henley
Take any station, pavement, circus, corner,
Where men their styles of print may call or choose,
Love's Almsman Plaineth His Fare
© Francis Thompson
O you, love's mendicancy who never tried,
How little of your almsman me you know!
Limerick:There was an Old Person from Gretna
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person from Gretna,
Who rushed down the crater of Etna;
When they said, 'Is it hot?'
He replied, 'No, it's not!'
That mendacious Old Person of Gretna.
Let's Voyage Into The New American House
© Richard Brautigan
There are doors
that want to be free
from their hinges to
fly with perfect clouds.
Lilith
© Henry Kendall
Father, whose years have been many and weary
Elder, whose life is as lovely as light
Shining in ways that are sterile and dreary
Tell me the name of this beautiful peri,
Flashing on me like the wonderful white
Star, at the meeting of morning and night.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Thermopylae
© Edward Lear
There was an old man of Thermopylæ,
Who never did anything properly;
But they said, "If you choose,
To boil eggs in your shoes,
You shall never remain in Thermopylæ."
"Life Is Before Us"
© Frances Anne Kemble
I heard youth's silver clarion call to Fate,
And looking forth beheld his flower-fair face,
Lynton Verses
© Edward Thomas
Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying,
Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playing
Lament For Zenocrate
© Christopher Marlowe
Black is the beauty of the brightest day,
The golden ball of heaven's eternal fire,
Loves Lord
© Edward Dowden
WHEN weight of all the garnerd years
Bows me, and praise must find relief
Little Wrangles
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lord, we've had our little wrangles, an' we've had our little bouts;
There's many a time, I reckon, that we have been on the outs;
My tongue's a trifle hasty an' my temper's apt to fly,
An' Mother, let me tell you, has a sting in her reply,
But I couldn't live without her, an' it's plain as plain can be
That in fair or sunny weather Mother needs a man like me.
Lost Liberty
© Robert Fuller Murray
Of our own will we are not free,
When freedom lies within our power.
We wait for some decisive hour,
To rise and take our liberty.
Love's Suicide
© Edith Nesbit
Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.
THIS treasure of love, these passion-flowers,
La petite souris
© Maurice Rollinat
Crac! la voilà sur la planchette
A deux doigts du frêle ingénu!
Mais le chat noir est survenu:
Elle rentre dans sa cachette,
La petite souris blanchette.
