Poems begining by L
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Limerick:There was an Old Man of the Cape
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of the Cape,
Who possessed a large Barbary ape,
Till the ape one dark night
Set the house all alight,
Which burned that Old Man of the Cape.
Love Came Down at Christmas
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
Lady Surrey's Lament For Her Absent Lord
© Henry Howard
Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile,
Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me a while,
Loves Wisdom
© Alfred Austin
Love, that in my mind seeks Reason's aid. Paraphrase.
I crave not love, for it would only bring
London Types: Bus Driver
© William Ernest Henley
He's called The General from the brazen craft
And dash with which he sneaks a bit of road
Limerick:There was an Old Person of Sparta
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Sparta,
Who had twenty-one sons and one 'darter';
He fed them on snails,
And weighed them in scales,
That wonderful Person of Sparta.
Little Little Man - With original language version
© Alfonsina Storni
Little little man, little little man,
set free your canary that wants to fly.
I am that canary, little little man,
leave me to fly.
Lines Written At Venice In 1865
© Frances Anne Kemble
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds
Over the waves that rock thee on their breast;
Lynching
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Have you ever heard of lynching in the great United States?
'Tis an awful, awful story that the Negro man relates,
How the mobs the laws have trampled, both the human and divine,
In their killing helpless people as their cruel hearts incline.
Limerick:There was an Old Lady of Prague
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Lady of Prague,
Whose language was horribly vague;
When they said, 'Are these caps?'
She answered, 'Perhaps!'
That oracular Lady of Prague.
Lil' Feller
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
When th.' sunshine's golden-yeller
Like th' curls upon his head,
Laurance - [Part 3]
© Jean Ingelow
But when that other heard, "It is the end,"
His heart was sick, and he, as by a power
Far stronger than himself, was driven to her.
Reason rebelled against it, but his will
Required it of him with a craving strong
As life, and passionate though hopeless pain.
Limerick: There Once Was an Old Monk of Basing
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
There once was an old monk of Basing,
Whose salads were something amazing;
But he told his confessor
That Nebuchadnezzar
Had given him hints upon grazing.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Madras
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Madras,
Who rode on a cream-coloured ass;
But the length of its ears,
So promoted his fears,
That it killed that Old Man of Madras.
La Terre Est Bleue
© Paul Eluard
La terre est bleue comme une orange
Jamais une erreur les mots ne mentent pas
La Parisienne
© Jean Francois Casimir Delavigne
Gallant nation ! now before you
Freedom, beckoning onward, stands !
Listen
© Mirabai
If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
I would have asked to be born a fish in this life.
If we could reach Him through nothing but berries and wild nuts
then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came from the womb!
If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry leaves
then the goats would surely get to the Holy One before us!
Love And Liberty
© Horace Smith
The linnet had flown from its cage away,
And flitted and sang in the light of day--
Had flown from the lady who loved it well,
In Liberty's freer air to dwell.
Alas! poor bird, it was soon to prove,
Sweeter than Liberty is Love.
Lines For An Album
© James Whitcomb Riley
I would not trace the hackneyed phrase
Of shallow words and empty praise,
Love Despoiled
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
As lone I sat one summer's day,
With mien dejected, Love came by;
His face distraught, his locks astray,
So slow his gait, so sad his eye,
I hailed him with a pitying cry:
