Poems begining by L
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Limerick:There was an Old Person of Cheadle
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Cheadle,
Who was put in the stocks by the beadle
For stealing some pigs,
Some coats, and some wigs,
That horrible person of Cheadle.
Loraine
© George Essex Evans
In her dark-ringed eyes shone the sad unrest
That spoke in the heave of her troubled breast,
And her face was white as the chiselled stone,
And her lips pressed madly against my own,
And her heart beat wildly against my heart,
And we strove to go, but we could not part.
Lullaby
© Edgar Albert Guest
The golden dreamboat's ready, all her silken sails are spread,
And the breeze is gently blowing to the fairy port of Bed,
And the fairy's captain's waiting while the busy sandman flies
With the silver dust of slumber, closing every baby's eyes.
Le Grenier
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Je viens revoir l'asile ou ma jeunesse
De la misere a subi les lecons.
Lines Written By The Seaside (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
If I believed in death, how sweet a bed
For such a blessed slumber could I find,
Let Me Sing Of What I Know
© William Allingham
A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
Lines In A Flyleaf Of "Christabel"
© William Watson
Inhospitably hast thou entertained,
O Poet, us the bidden to thy board,
Letter To Maria Gisborne
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;
The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves
His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves;
Ladybird! Ladybird!
© Emily Jane Brontë
Ladybird! Ladybird! Fly away home,
Night is approaching, and sunset is come:
Felt, but unseen, the damp dewdrops fall.
This is the close of a still summer day;
Ladybird! Ladybird! haste! fly away!
L'Homme Moyen Sensuel
© Ezra Pound
Yet Radway went. A circumspectious prig!
And then that woman like a guinea-pig
Accosted, that's the word, accosted him,
Thereon the amorous calor slightly frosted him.
(I burn, I freeze, I sweat, said the fair Greek,
I speak in contradictions, so to speak.)
Listen!
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
Listen,
if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means - someone wants them to be,
that someone deems those specks of spit
magnificent.
Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch)
© Charles Baudelaire
Ils marchent devant moi, ces Yeux pleins de lumières,
Qu'un Ange très savant a sans doute aimantés
Ils marchent, ces divins frères qui sont mes frères,
Secouant dans mes yeux leurs feux diamantés.
"Let us go where there are varied crafts"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Let us go where there are varied crafts
And trades -- shashlik and chebureki,
Where trousers on a sign give us
Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull
© George Gordon Byron
Start not--nor deem my spirit fled:
In me behold the only skull
From which, unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.
London Types: "Lady"
© William Ernest Henley
Time, the old humourist, has a trick to-day
Of moving landmarks and of levelling down,
Long-Felt Desires
© Louise Labe
Long-felt desires, hopes as long as vain--
sad sighs--slow tears accustomed to run sad
into as many rivers as two eyes could add,
pouring like fountains, endless as the rain--
Limerick:There was a Young Girl of Majorca
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Girl of Majorca,
Whose aunt was a very fast walker;
She walked seventy miles,
And leaped fifteen stiles,
Which astonished that Girl of Majorca.
