Poems begining by L

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Le Panneau

© Oscar Wilde

Under the rose-tree's dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of polished jade.

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Les Ballons

© Oscar Wilde

Against these turbid turquoise skies
The light and luminous balloons
Dip and drift like satin moons
Drift like silken butterflies;

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Le Jardin

© Oscar Wilde

The lily's withered chalice falls
Around its rod of dusty gold,
And from the beech-trees on the wold
The last wood-pigeon coos and calls.

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La Fuite De La Lune

© Oscar Wilde

To outer senses there is peace,
A dreamy peace on either hand
Deep silence in the shadowy land,
Deep silence where the shadows cease.

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Les Silhouettes

© Oscar Wilde

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.

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Lays of Sorrow

© Lewis Carroll

The day was wet, the rain fell souse
Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] a
sound was heard in the old henhouse,
A beating of a hammer.

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Little Birds

© Lewis Carroll

Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell:
Hid, I say, by waiters
Gorgeous in their gaiters -
I've a Tale to tell.

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Laodamia

© André Breton

"With sacrifice before the rising morn
Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
And from the infernal Gods, 'mid shades forlorn
Of night, my slaughtered Lord have I required:
Celestial pity I again implore;—
Restore him to my sight—great Jove, restore!"

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Lines Composed on the Body Politic: An Accounting

© Rita Dove

Elizabeth, The Lodge at Woodstock, 1554


 

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Lines to Mr. Hodgson Written on Board the Lisbon Packet

© Lord Byron

Huzza! Hodgson, we are going,


 Our embargo's off at last;

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Limits

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Who knows this or that?


Hark in the wall to the rat:

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Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798

© André Breton

Five years have past; five summers, with the length

Of five long winters! and again I hear

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Light

© C. K. Williams

Another drought morning after a too brief dawn downpour,

unaccountable silvery glitterings on the leaves of the withering maples—

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Lastness

© Washington Allston

A black bear sits alone


in the twilight, nodding from side

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La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad

© John Keats

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
  Alone and palely loitering?
The sedgesedge Grasslike or rushlike plant that grows in wet areas. has withered from the lake,
  And no birds sing.

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Late March

© Edward Hirsch

Saturday morning in late March.
I was alone and took a long walk, 
though I also carried a book
of the Alone, which companioned me.

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Linens

© Kay Ryan

There are charms

that forestall harm.

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Learning to swim

© Richard Jones

At forty-eight, to be given water,
which is most of the world, given life
in water, which is most of me, given ease,

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Let Evening Come

© Jane Kenyon

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving 
up the bales as the sun moves down.

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Light Night

© James Schuyler

Stoop, dove, horrid maid,
spread your chiffon on our
wood rot breeding the
Destroying Angel, white,
lathe-shapely, trout-lily
lovely. Taste, and have it.