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Love Is Best

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Dare all things for Love's sake, since love is best,
Of Fate ask nothing, rather by your deeds
Rebuke it for its niggard ways unblest,
And trust to Love to shield you in your needs.

London's Summer Morning

© Mary Darby Robinson

Who has not waked to list the busy sounds

Of summer's morning, in the sultry smoke

Lullaby

© Edith Nesbit

SLEEP, sleep, my treasure,
The long day's pleasure
Has tired the birds, to their nests they creep;
The garden still is
Alight with lilies,
But all the daisies are fast asleep.

Lines Written In A Blank Leaf Of The Prometheus Unbound

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Write it in gold - a Spirit of the sun,

An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts,

Lady Probationer

© William Ernest Henley

Some three, or five, or seven, and thirty years;

A Roman nose; a dimpling double-chin;

Limerick:There was an Old Man of the coast

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of the coast,
Who placidly sat on a post;
But when it was cold
He relinquished his hold
And called for some hot buttered toast.

Long, too long America,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and prosperity only,
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse really are,
(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse really are?)

La Frivolite

© André Marie de Chénier

Mère du vain caprice et du léger prestige,

La fantaisie ailée autour d'elle voltige,

Love Is A Parallax

© Sylvia Plath

'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy:
train tracks always meet, not here, but only
in the impossible mind's eye;
horizons beat a retreat as we embark
on sophist seas to overtake that mark
where wave pretends to drench real sky.'

Love Not Me For Comely Grace

© John Wilbye

Love not me for comely grace,

For my pleasing eye or face;

Lord, Make Me A Regular Man

© Edgar Albert Guest

This I would like to be- braver and bolder,
Just a bit wiser because I am older,
Just a bit kinder to those I may meet,
Just a bit manlier taking defeat;
This for the New Year my wish and my plea-
Lord, make a regular man out of me.

Lines

© Caroline Carleton

On observing the light of two lamps in the
Town form a Triangle with a conspicuous
Star in the Evening Sky.

Lost Mr. Blake

© William Schwenck Gilbert

He was quite indifferent as to the particular kinds of dresses
That the clergyman wore at church where he used to go to pray,
And whatever he did in the way of relieving a chap's distresses,
He always did in a nasty, sneaking, underhanded, hole-and-corner
sort of way.

Life And Death

Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweet

To shut our eyes and die:

La Cloche Du Soir

© Jules Verne

La barque s'enfuyait sur l'onde fugitive ;
La nuit se prolongeant comme un paisible soir
A la lune du ciel pâle, méditative,
Prêtait un doux abri dans son vêtement noir ;