Poems begining by L
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Love and Friendship
© Emily Jane Brontë
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree -
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
Lavinia
© James Thomson
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends;
And fortune smiled deceitful on her birth:
For, in her helpless years deprived of all,
Of every stay, save innocence and Heaven,
Lillie of the Snowstorm
© Henry Clay Work
To his home, his once white, once lov'd cottage,
Late at night, a poor inebriate came;
Letter In November
© Sylvia Plath
Love, the world
Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight
Splits through the rat's tail
Pods of the laburnum at nine in the morning.
It is the Arctic,
Lois House
© Julia A Moore
Come all ye young people of every degree,
Come give your attention one moment to me;
It's of a young couple I now will relate,
And of their misfortunes and of their sad fate.
Langueur
© Paul Verlaine
I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,--the while
Composing indolent acrostics, in a style
Of gold, with languid sunshine dancing in each line.
Larry OToole
© William Makepeace Thackeray
You've all heard of Larry O'Toole,
Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole;
Lines To W. L. While He Sang A Song To Purcell's Music
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
While my young cheek retains its healthful hues,
And I have many friends who hold me dear;
L----! methinks, I would not often hear
Such melodies as thine, lest I should lose
Laus Deo
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
IN the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands.
At his belt the coffin nails, and the hammer in his hands.
Lake Winnipiseogee
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ONE day the River of Life flowed o'er
The verge of heaven's enchanted shore,
And falling without lapse or break.
Its waters formed this wondrous lake.
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Dover
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Dover,
Who rushed through a field of blue Clover;
But some very large bees,
Stung his nose and his knees,
So he very soon went back to Dover.
Love has nothing to do with the five senses
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
Laying Up Treasure
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Before the Ender comes, whose charioteer
Is swift or slow Disease, lay up each year
Thy harvests of well-doing, wealth that kings
Nor thieves can take away. When all the things
Thou tallest thine, goods, pleasures, honors fall,
Thou in thy virtue shalt survive them all.
Last Days Of Alice
© Allen Tate
Alice grown lazy, mammoth but not fat,
Declines upon her lost and twilight age;
Above in the dozing leaves the grinning cat
Quivers forever with his abstract rage:
Lullaby
© James Whitcomb Riley
The maple strews the embers of its leaves
O'er the laggard swallows nestled 'neath the eaves;
And the moody cricket falters in his cry--Baby-bye!--
And the lid of night is falling o'er the sky--Baby-bye!--
The lid of night is falling o'er the sky!
Long Yearning (Sent Far)
© Li Po
When the beautiful woman was here, the hall was filled with flowers,
Now the beautiful woman's gone, the bed is lying empty.
On the bed, the embroidered quilt is rolled up: no-one sleeps,
Though three years have now gone by, I think I smell that scent.
Leaving Wang River
© Wang Wei
Finally decide to depart,
Sadly let go of ancient pines.
Who can see the last of Blue Hills?
Or bear to leave the Green-Water Stream?
Lines Written At Night
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh, thou surpassing beauty! that dost live
Shrined in yon silent stream of glorious light!
Spirit of harmony! that through the vast
And cloud-embroidered canopy, art spreading
