Poems begining by L
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Lines Suggested By A Sight Of Waltham Cross
© Charles Lamb
Time-mouldering crosses, gemmed with imagery
Of costliest work and Gothic tracery,
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Buda
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Buda,
Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder;
Till at last, with a hammer,
They silenced his clamour,
By smashing that Person of Buda.
Le Poison (The Poison)
© Charles Baudelaire
Le vin sait revêtir le plus sordide bouge
D'un luxe miraculeux,
Et fait surgir plus d'un portique fabuleux
Dans l'or de sa vapeur rouge,
Comme un soleil couchant dans un ciel nébuleux.
Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid
© William Wordsworth
LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paid
His vows to Fortune; who, in cruel slight
Of virtuous hope, of liberty, and right,
Hath followed wheresoe'er a way was made
Los Dados Eternos
© Cesar Vallejo
Para Manuel Gonzales Prada, esta
emoción bravía y selecta, una de las
que, con más entusiasmo, me ha aplau-
dido el gran maestro.
Love In Disguise
© John Kenyon
Unscathed through Beauty's thorny ways
Be mine, I said, henceforth to rove;
Lose The Day Loitering
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Lose the day loitering,'twill be the same story
To-morrow, and the next more dilatory,
Lost Things
© Sara Teasdale
OH, I could let the world go by,
Its loud new wonders and its wars,
But how will I give up the sky
When winter dusk is set with stars?
Love, Hope, Desire, And Fear
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
...
And many there were hurt by that strong boy,
His name, they said, was Pleasure,
And near him stood, glorious beyond measure
Le Dernier Huron (1)
© Francois-Xavier Garneau
TRIOMPHE, destinée ! Enfin, ton heure arrive.
O peuple, tu ne seras plus.
Le Balcon
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Mere des souvenirs, mattresses des mattresses
Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen !
Oh ! all my joy and all my duty thou !
The beauty of caresses that have been,
The evenings and the hearth remember now,
Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen !
Lines To Mrs. St. Leger
© Frances Anne Kemble
O friend! my heart is sad: 'tis strange,
As I sit musing on the change
That has come o'er my fate, and cast
A longing look upon the past,
That pleasant time comes back again
So freshly to my heart and brain,
Loser
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Mama said I'd lose my head
If it wasn't fastened on.
Today I guess it wasn't
'Cause while playing with my cousin
It fell off and rolled away
And now its gone.
Lines Addressed From London, To Sara And S.T.C. At Bristol, In The Summer Of 1796
© Charles Lamb
Was it so hard a thing? I did but ask
A fleeting holiday, a little week.
L'Envoi
© Mathilde Blind
Thou art the goal for which my spirit longs;
As dove on dove,
Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs
With all my love.
"Love I have served, for such length of time"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Now God save me from love, and loving again,
Except love of Her whom we should love here,
Through whom every mans redeemed from sin.
Le Faune
© Paul Verlaine
An ancient terra-cotta Faun,
A laughing note in 'mid the green,
Grins at us from the central lawn,
With secret and sarcastic mien.
La Solitude De St. Amant /La Solitude A Alcidon /
© Katherine Philips
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O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,
Lac Souci
© William Henry Drummond
Talk about lakes! deres none dat lies in
Laurentide mountain or near de sea,
