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Limerick: There was an Old Man of the East

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of the East,
Who gave all his children a feast;
But they all ate so much
And their conduct was such
That it killed that Old Man of the East

Limerick: There was a Young Lady of Poole

© Edward Lear

There was a Young Lady of Poole,
Whose soup was excessively cool;
So she put it to boil
By the aid of some oil,
That ingenious Young Lady of Poole.

For oh, my Love was sunny-lipped and stirred
With all swift light and sound and gloom not long
Retained; I, with dreams weighed, that ever heard
Sad burdens echoing through the loudest throng
She, the wild song of some May-merry bird;
I, but the listening maker of a song.

London Types: Drum-Major

© William Ernest Henley

Who says Drum-Major says a man of mould,

Shaking the meek earth with tremendous tread,

Little Bateese

© William Henry Drummond

Off on de fiel' you foller de plough
Den w'en you're tire you scare de cow
Sickin' de dog till dey jomp de wall
So de milk ain't good for not'ing at all-
An' you're only five an' a half dis fall,
Leetle Bateese!

L' Allee

© Paul Verlaine

Powdered and rouged as in the sheepcotes' day,

Fragile 'mid her enormous ribbon bows,

"Little Jack Janitor"

© James Whitcomb Riley

Then he tried
And rapped the little drawer in the side,
And called out sharply "Are you in there, Jack?"
And then a little, squeaky voice came back,--
"_Of course I'm in here--ain't you got the key
Turned on me!_"

'Long To'Ds Night

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

DAIH'S a moughty soothin' feelin'

Hits a dahky man,

Lines On And From "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations"

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Of making many books there is no end-
So Sancho Panza said, and so say I.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher and friend
When only one is shining in the sky.

Lines In The Travellers' Book At Orchomenus

© George Gordon Byron

IN THIS BOOK A TRAVELLER HAD WRITTEN:
'Fair Albion, smiling, sees her son depart
To trace the birth and nursery of art:
Noble his object, glorious is his aim;
He comes to Athens, and he writes his name.'

Love reckons by itselfalone

© Emily Dickinson

Love reckons by itselfalone
"As large as I"relate the Sun
To One who never felt it blaze
Itself is all the like it has

Lake Louise

© Harriet Monroe

Bluer than Helen's eyes she lies
Under the blue cloud-drifting skies;
A daughter fair of light and air
Dropped among warrior mountains there.

Looking Unto Jesus

© John Newton

By various maxims, forms and rules,
That pass for wisdom in the schools,
I strove my passion to restrain;
But all my efforts proved in vain.

Liberty

I.
The fiery mountains answer each other;
Their thunderings are echoed from zone to zone;
The tempestuous oceans awake one another,
And the ice-rocks are shaken round Winter's throne,
When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown.