Poems begining by L
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Leaving the Matter Open: A Tale By Homer Wilbur, A.M.
© James Russell Lowell
Meanwhile, South's swine increasing fast;
His farm became too small at last;
So, having thought the matter over,
And feeling bound to live in clover
And never pay the clover's worth,
He said one day to Brother North:--
Love In A Garden
© Madison Julius Cawein
Between the rose's and the canna's crimson,
Beneath her window in the night I stand;
The jeweled dew hangs little stars, in rims, on
The white moonflowers--each a spirit hand
That points the path to mystic shadowland.
Life Of The Blessed
© William Cullen Bryant
Region of life and light!
Land of the good whose earthly toils are o'er!
Nor frost nor heat may blight
Thy vernal beauty, fertile shore,
Yielding thy blessed fruits for evermore!
Love In Hades.
© Robert Crawford
I saw Love pass with Charon down
The pale infernal tide,
To visit in the starless town
All who for him had died.
Lydlinch Bells
© William Barnes
When skies wer peäle wi' twinklèn stars,
An' whislèn aïr a-risèn keen;
Love's Castle
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Key and bar, key and bar,
Iron bolt and chain!
And what will you do when the King comes
To enter his domain?
Lines To A Critic
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Honey from silkworms who can gather,
Or silk from the yellow bee?
The grass may grow in winter weather
As soon as hate in me.
Like Him Who Great reports Of Tilth Rejects
© Charles Harpur
Like him who great reports of tilth rejects,
Because his own is a most barren field,
Is he who mans divinity suspects,
Because his own soul doth so little yield.
Life Tells The Dreamer
© Margaret Widdemer
THESE others ask me little, clamoring
For such imperfect gifts as I can bring;
Love Unkind
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
OUT upon the bleak hillside, the bleak hillside, he lay--
Her lips were red, and red the stream that slipped his life away.
Ah, crimson, crimson were her lips, but his were turning gray.
Lilith
© Madison Julius Cawein
Yea, there are some who always seek
The love that lasts an hour;
And some who in love's language speak,
Yet never know his power.
Limerick:There was an Old Person of Anerley
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Anerley,
Whose conduct was strange and unmannerly;
He rushed down the Strand
With a pig in each hand,
But returned in the evening to Anerley.
Limerick:There was an Old Person of Berlin
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Berlin,
Whose form was uncommonly thin;
Till he once, by mistake,
Was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
Living Without God In The World
© Charles Lamb
Mystery of God! thou brave & beauteous world!
Made fair with light, & shade, & stars, & flowers;
Lochiel's Warning
© Thomas Campbell
Lochiel. - Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer!
Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear,
Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight!
This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright.
LArt DAimer
© André Marie de Chénier
FRAGMENT I
Ah! tremble que ton âme à la sienne livrée
Ne s'en puisse arracher sans être déchirée.
Life's Uncertain Day
© Thomas Love Peacock
The briefest part of life's uncertain day,
Youth's lovely blossom, hastes to swift decay:
While love, wine, song, enhance our gayest mood
Old age creeps on, nor thought, nor understood.
