Poems begining by L
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Love is reckless
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
Last Visit To The Louvre The Cry Of The P.R.B., After A Careful Examination Of The Canvases Of Ruben
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
NON NOI PITTORI! God of Nature's truth,
If these, not we! Be it not said, when one
Let Me Think
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
You ask me about that country whose details now escape me,
I don't remember its geography, nothing of its history.
And should I visit it in memory,
It would be as I would a past lover,
Leonardo's 'Monna Lisa'
© Edward Dowden
MAKE thyself known, Sibyl, or let despair
Of knowing thee be absolute; I wait
Limerick: There Was an Old Man who Supposed
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man who supposed,
That the street door was partially closed;
But some very large rats,
Ate his coats and his hats,
While that futile old gentleman dozed.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Kildare
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Kildare,
Who climbed into a very old chair;
When he said,-- "Here I stays,--
till the end of my days,"
That immovable Man of Kildare.
Lines Addressed To The Rev. J. T. Becher, On His Advising The Author To Mix More With Society
© George Gordon Byron
The fire in the cavern of Etna conceal'd
Still mantles unseen in its secret recess;
At length, in a volume terrific reveal'd,
No torrent can quench it, no bounds can repress.
Lines To A Beautiful Spring In A Village
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Once more, sweet stream! with slow foot wand'ring near,
I bless thy milky waters cold and clear.
Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours,
With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers
Last Dawn
© Octavio Paz
Your hair is lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
Let Us Be Drunk
© William Ernest Henley
Let us be drunk, and for a while forget,
Forget, and, ceasing even from regret,
Live without reason and despite of rhyme,
As in a dream preposterous and sublime,
Where place and hour and means for once are met.
"Long Time A Child . . . "
© Hartley Coleridge
LONG time a child, and still a child, when years
Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I, -
Lost and Found
© Julia A Moore
In a southern city lived a wealthy family;
In a southern city was the happy home
Of a father and mother and a little daughter.
In peace and contentment they lived alone.
Leichhardt
© Henry Kendall
LORDLY harp, by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep,
Yet shall speak and yet shall sing the words which make the fathers weep!
London
© John Davidson
Athwart the sky a lowly sigh
From west to east the sweet wind carried;
The sun stood still on Primrose Hill;
His light in all the city tarried:
The clouds on viewless columns bloomed
Like smouldering lilies unconsumed.
Love And Life
© Edith Nesbit
LOVE only sings when Love is young,
When Love is young and still at play,
Lines Written On Leaving Belvoir Castle In 1842
© Frances Anne Kemble
Farewell, fair castle! on thy lordly hill
Firm be thy seat and proud thy station still,
Love Faithful In The Absence Of The Beloved
© William Cowper
In vain ye woo me to your harmless joys,
Ye pleasant bowers, remote from strife and noise;
Your shades, the witnesses of many a vow,
Breathed forth in happier days, are irksome now;
Denied that smile 'twas once my heaven to see,
Such scenes, such pleasures, are all past with me.
Lovers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Stars beyond number or imagination
Silent in the sky;
Shadowy valleys and dark woods over them,
Still, without a sigh;
Lines. Oh! To Some Distant Scene
© William Cowper
Oh! to some distant scene, a willing exile
From the wild roar of this busy world,
