Poems begining by L
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Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge.
© Richard Lovelace
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Yee happy floods! that now must passe
The sacred conduicts of her wombe,
Smooth and transparent as your face,
When you are deafe, and windes are dumbe.
Light And Wind
© Madison Julius Cawein
Where, through the myriad leaves of forest trees,
The daylight falls, beryl and chrysoprase,
Love Despised
© Madison Julius Cawein
Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart?
This love, this god and fiend, that makes a hell
Love That Doth Reign And Live
© Henry Howard
Love that doth reign and live within my thought
And built his seat within my captive breast,
Little Minnie
© Julia A Moore
Alone, all alone
In the grave yard she is sleeping,
That little one we loved so well -
God her little soul is keeping,
For he doeth all things well.
Love Sonnets
© Charles Harpur
How beautiful doth the morning rise
Oer the hills, as from her bower a bride
Comes brightenedblushing with the shame-faced pride
Of love that now consummated supplies
Love's Reward
© William Morris
It was a knight of the southern land
Rode forth upon the way
When the birds sang sweet on either hand
About the middle of the May.
L'ABBICHINO DE LE DONNE (Womens Abacus)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
La donna, inzino ar venti, si è contenta
Mamma, l'anni che ttiè ssempre li canta:
Ne cresce uno oggni cinque inzino ar trenta,
Eppoi se ferma lì ssino a quaranta.
Love still has something of the sea
© Sir Charles Sedley
Love still has something of the sea,
From whence his Mother rose;
No time his slaves from doubt can free,
Nor give their thoughts repose.
Limerick: There was an Old Sailor of Compton
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Sailor of Compton,
Whose vessel a rock it once bump'd on;
The shock was so great,
that it damaged the pate,
Of that singular Sailor of Compton.
Little Brown Bird
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
O LITTLE brown bird in the rain,
In the sweet rain of spring,
Lincoln
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Today the nation's heart lies crushed and weak;
Drooping and draped in black our banners stand.
Too stunned to cry revenge, we scarce may speak
The grief that chokes all utterance through the land.
God is in all. With tears our eyes are dim,
Yet strive through darkness to look to Him!
Love's Astrology
© William Watson
I know not if they erred
Who thought to see
The tale of all the times to be,
Star-character'd;
I know not, neither care,
If fools or knaves they were.
Lily-Bell
© Louisa May Alcott
"Bright shines the summer sun,
Soft is the summer air;
Gayly the wood-birds sing,
Flowers are blooming fair.
Limerick: There was an old man of Tobago
© Edward Lear
There was an old man of Tobago,
Who lived on rice, gruel and sago
Till, much to his bliss,
His physician said this -
To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go.
Laodamia
© William Wordsworth
O terror! what hath she perceived?-O joy!
What doth she look on?-whom doth she behold?
Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy?
His vital presence? his corporeal mould?
It is-if sense deceive her not-'tis He!
And a God leads him, wingèd Mercury!
Lyrebirds
© Judith Wright
Over the west side of the mountain,
thats lyrebird country.
I could go down there, they say, in the early morning,
and Id see them, Id hear them.
