Poems begining by L

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Lincoln

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound,

  And all her ways were filled with clam'rous sound.

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Lines To The Memory Of A Very Amiable Young Lady, Who Died At The Age Of Eighteen

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

AT length, departed saint! thy pangs are o'er,
And earthly suff'ring shall be thine no more;
Like some young rose-bud, blighted in its May,
Thy virtues bloom'd, to wither soon away!

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Love Is Strength

© George MacDonald

Love alone is great in might,
Makes the heavy burden light,
Smooths rough ways to weary feet,
Makes the bitter morsel sweet:
Love alone is strength!

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Love And Thought

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Two well-assorted travellers use

The highway, Eros and the Muse.

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Lines Written In A Lady's Album

© Joseph Rodman Drake

GRANT me, I cried, some spell of art,
To turn with all a lover's care,
That spotless page, my Eva's heart,
And write my burning wishes there.

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Le Rossignol

© Paul Verlaine

Like to a swarm of birds, with jarring cries

Descend on me my swarming memories;

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Little Moozoo-May

© George Ade

The rose of June can feel no sorrow,

It never droops or says " Ah me! "

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Long Yearning

© Li Po

Long yearning,
To be in Chang'an.
The grasshoppers weave their autumn song by the golden railing of the well;
Frost coalesces on my bamboo mat, changing its colour with cold.

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La Tejedora

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

Tarde de lluvia en que se agravan
Al par que una íntima tristeza
Un   desdén manso de las cosas
Y una emoción sutil y contrita que reza.

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Love Sonnet LIV

© Zora Bernice May Cross

I am myself; and yet I cannot move
Hand, foot or eye but I am drawn to you.
I want you all—dreams, kisses, thoughts and eyes.
Dearest, it seems, my very wants would prove
I am yourself, dreaming we measure two;
And lack myself, that which yourself supplies.

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Last Love [Canzone]

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Love hath a chamber all of imagery;
And there is one dim nook,
A little storied web wherein my heart
From leaf to leaf is read as in a book.

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Living by the River

© Wang Wei

Back again to this place of refuge.

 No more entering the city.

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London Excursion

© John Gould Fletcher

We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
Housetops keep at a distance.

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LOTTE A CASA (Lot At Home)

© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli

Cor zu' bravo sbordone a manimanca,
Du' pellegrini a or de vemmaria
Cercaveno indov'era l'osteria,
Perc'uno aveva male in d'una cianca.

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Limerick: There was an Old Person of Bangor

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Bangor,
Whose face was distorted with anger!
He tore off his boots,
And subsisted on roots,
That irascible Person of Bangor.

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Light

© George MacDonald

Dull horrid pools no motion making!
No bubble on the surface breaking!
The dead air lies, without a sound,
Heavy and moveless on the marshy ground.

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Lament For Israel

© Frances Anne Kemble

Where is thy home in thy promised land?

  Desolate and forsaken!

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Love's Vision.

© Robert Crawford

I am one with thee, and thou
Art a vision of me now,
Which love, and not life, has made;
It with life, then, may not fade,

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Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country

© John Keats

There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain,
Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the gain;
There is a pleasure on the heath where Druids old have been,
Where mantles grey have rustled by and swept the nettles green;

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La Derniere Robe De Soi

© Edith Nesbit

OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty,
Bought, quite a bargain, in the City,
Your ill-trained soul full false has played me--
No Paris gown would have betrayed me.