Poems begining by L
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Love
© Rabia al Basri
I have loved Thee with two loves -
a selfish love and a love that is worthy of Thee.
Love
© William Shakespeare
TELL me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
Lambs
© Katharine Tynan
He sleeps as a lamb sleeps,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in yon blue deeps
His tender brother
Sleeps like a lamb and leaps.
Lovers Wine
© Charles Baudelaire
Today Space is fine!
Like a horse mount this wine,
without bridle, spurs, bit,
for a heaven divine!
Lake Leman
© Harold Monro
It is the sacred hour: above the far
Low emerald hills that northward fold,
legs rivers and age
© Rg Gregory
with landbound legs a wish
for the easy flow of a river - not
the clambering up crags to seek
more favour from the sun
London Types: Flower-Girl
© William Ernest Henley
There's never a delicate nurseling of the year
But our huge London hails it, and delights
Like undistinguishable horses
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Like undistinguishable horses,
Gleam by my ever-painful days,
As if fade all the living roses,
And die all living nightingales.
Lines, Composed For A Memorial Of Ashley Cowper, Esq.
© William Cowper
Farewell! endued with all that could engage
All hearts to love thee, both in youth and age!
In prime of life, for sprightliness enrolled
Among the gay, yet virtuous as the old;
Loud without the wind was roaring
© Emily Jane Brontë
"It was spring, and the skylark was singing:"
Those words they awakened a spell;
They unlocked a deep fountain, whose springing,
Nor absence, nor distance can quell.
Love in Twilight
© Stephen Vincent Benet
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips
Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom
Like the carven prows of proud, far-triumphing ships --
And the firelight wavers and changes about the room,
Lonely Burial
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The clotted earth piled roughly up about
The hacked red oblong of the new-made thing,
Short words in swordlike Latin -- and a rout
Of dreams most impotent, unwearying.
Then, like a blind door shut on a carouse,
The terrible bareness of the soul's last house.
L'Amitie: To Mrs. M. Awbrey.
© Katherine Philips
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend!
A name which all the rest doth comprehend;
How happy are we now, whose sols are grown,
By an incomparable mixture, One:
La Solitude de St. Amant
© Katherine Philips
1O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,
How you my restless thoughts delight!
La Jeune Tarentine
© André Marie de Chénier
'Hélas! chez ton amant tu n'es point ramenée;
Tu n'as point revêtu ta robe d'hyménée;
L'or autour de tes bras n'a point serré de noeuds;
Les doux parfums n'ont point coulé sur tes cheveux.'
L'Avenir
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
I saw the human millions as the sand
Unruffled on the starlit wilderness.
Like A Soul
© Henry David Thoreau
Sending
In delinquency
To disappoint
The amber of water
At a high soul
Limerick: There was an Old Man of the Hague
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of the Hague,
Whose ideas were excessively vague;
He built a balloon
To examine the moon,
That deluded Old Man of the Hague.
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills
© Ellis Parker Butler
There was a man in New York City
(His name was George Adolphus Knight)
So soft of heart he wept with pity
To see our language and its plight.
