Poems begining by L
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La Patrie
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Through storm--blown gloom the subtle light persists;
Shapes of tumultuous, ghostly cloud appear,
Trailing a dark shower from hill--drenching mists:
Dawn, desolate in its majesty, is here.
Lament
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Fall now, my cold thoughts, frozen fall
My sad thoughts, over my heart,
To be the tender burial
Of sweetness and of smart.
Little Ache
© Li-Young Lee
That sparrow on the iron railing,
not worth a farthing, purchases a realm
its shrill cries measure, trading
dying for being.
Landscape with Horse Named Popcorn
© Laura Riding Jackson
later on his grave, the 2X4 cross with name
above a swell of land that could bring
a man to his knees,
Laus Veneris
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Asleep or waking is it? for her neck,
Kissed over close, wears yet a purple speck
Wherein the pained blood falters and goes out;
Soft, and stung softly — fairer for a fleck.
Limerick: There Once Was an Old Man of Lyme
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
There once was an old man of Lyme
Who married three wives at a time,
When asked, "Why a third?"
He replied, "One's absurd!
And bigamy, sir, is a crime.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Corfu
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Corfu,
Who never knew what he should do;
So he rushed up and down,
Till the sun made him brown,
That bewildered Old Man of Corfu.
Last Post
© William Ernest Henley
THE day's high work is over and done,
And these no more will need the sun:
Lines On The Death Of S. Oliver Torrey
© John Greenleaf Whittier
SECRETARY OF THE BOSTON YOUNG MEN'S ANTI-SLAVERY SOCIETY.
Gone before us, O our brother,
La Belle Juive
© Henry Timrod
Is it because your sable hair
Is folded over brows that wear
At times a too imperial air;
Living at the End of Time
© Robert Bly
There is so much sweetness in children’s voices,
And so much discontent at the end of day,
And so much satisfaction when a train goes by.
Lines Written In London
© Frances Anne Kemble
Struggle not with thy life!the heavy doom
Resist not, it will bow thee like a slave:
Lost In The Mist
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
THE thin white snow-streaks pencilling
That mountain's shoulder gray,
While in the west the pale green sky
Smiled back the dawning day,
Lesbia's Daughter
© Kenneth Slessor
LESBIA'S daughter, I shall tell no lie,
Here's no fit amber for such a dainty fly.
Let them embalm your beauty whoso can
In boastful odes, I'm a more honest man.
Loves Fitfulness
© Alfred Austin
You say that I am fitful. Sweet, 'tis true;
But 'tis that I your fitfulness obey.
Limerick: There was a Young Lady of Tyre
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep
She enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre.
Lob
© Edward Thomas
At hawthorn-time in Wiltshire travelling
In search of something chance would never bring,
London By Lamplight
© George Meredith
There stands a singer in the street,
He has an audience motley and meet;
Above him lowers the London night,
And around the lamps are flaring bright.
Lines in Reply to the Beautiful Poet Who Welcomed News of McGonagall's Departure from Dundee
© William Topaz McGonagall
Dear Johnny, I return my thanks to you;
But more than thanks is your due
For publishing the scurrilous poetry about me
Leaving the Ancient City of Dundee.
Like An Evil Spirit
© Mikhail Lermontov
Like an evil spirit hast thou
Shocked my heart from out its rest,
If thou'lt take it quite away now--
Thou wilt win my healing blest!
