Poems begining by L
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Liberated Lady 1999
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Shes a liberated lady and shes lookin out for herself.
And she dont need your protection,
And she does not want your help.
And if youre lookin for some pretty flower,
You better go look somewhere else,
Cause I warn you, shes a liberated lady.
Louis XVII (King Louis XVII)
© Victor Marie Hugo
On entendit des voix qui disaient dans la nue :
" Jeune ange, Dieu sourit à ta gloire ingénue;
Viens, rentre dans ses bras pour ne plus en sortir;
Et vous, qui du Très-Haut racontez les louanges,
Séraphins, prophètes, archanges,
Courbez-vous, c'est un Roi; chantez, c'est un Martyr! "
Limerick: There was an Old Person in Gray
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person in Gray,
Whose feelings were tinged with disman;
She purchased two Parrots,
And fed them with Carrots,
Which pleased that Old Person in Gray.
Little Nellie's Pa
© Alma Frances McCollum
OH! me and Nellie Barker live way down on William Street,
I'll bet you couldn't find another youngster half so sweet;
Look Home
© Robert Southwell
Retired thoughts enjoy their own delights,
As beauty doth in self-beholding eye ;
Man's mind a mirror is of heavenly sights,
A brief wherein all marvels summed lie,
Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store,
Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more.
Lines: We Meet Not As We Parted
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
We meet not as we parted,
We feel more than all may see;
My bosom is heavy-hearted,
And thine full of doubt for me:--
One moment has bound the free.
Laos
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Dear girl, your cheeks are soft and tender,
And your breasts, like little hills, are slender,
Little Nellie In The Prison
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The chaplain, with a father's gentlest grace,
Kissed the small ruffled brow, the pleading face:
"Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings still,
Praise is perfected," thought he; thus, his will
Blended with hers, and through those gates of sin,
Black, even at noontide, sire and child passed in.
Limbo
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den
It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men--
For skimming in the wake it mock'd the care
Of the old Boat-God for his Farthing Fare;
Lycabettus
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Lycabett at every steep street's ending
Is there
Surprising the eyes, and ascending
Aloof, pointed bare
La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original version )
© John Keats
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Love's Apotheosis
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love me. I care not what the circling years
To me may do.
If, but in spite of time and tears,
You prove but true.
Latakia
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
O Love, if you were only here
Beside me in this mellow light,
Though all the bitter winds should blow,
And all the ways be choked with snow,
'Twould be a true Arabian night!
La Bete
© Henri Cazalis
Qui donc t'a pu creer, Sphinx etrange, o Nature!
Et d'ou t'ont pu venir tes sanglants appetits?
Love
© George Moses Horton
Whilst tracing thy visage I sink in emotion,
For no other damsel so wond'rous I see;
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I think of no other, my true-love, but thee.
Lady Acheson Weary Of The Dean
© Jonathan Swift
The Dean would visit Market-hill;
Our invitation was but slight;
I saidwhyLet him if he will,
And so I bid Sir Arthur write.
