Poems begining by L
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Love Me Little, Love Me Long
© Pierre Reverdy
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Lord Of My Heart's Elation
© Bliss William Carman
I, too, must climb in wonder,
Uplift at thy command,
Be one with my frail fellows
Beneath the wind's strong hand,
Love's Humility
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
As some rapt gazer on the lowly earth,
Looks up to radiant planets, ranging far,
So I, whose soul doth know thy wondrous worth
Look longing up to thee as to a star.
Lisy's Parting With Her Cat
© James Thomson
The dreadful hour with leaden pace approached,
Lashed fiercely on by unrelenting fate,
Limerick: There Once Was a Girl of Lahore
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
There once was a girl of Lahore,
The same shape behind as before;
As no one knew where
To offer a chair,
She had to sit down on the floor.
Loves Harvest
© Henry King
Fond Lunatick forbear, why do'st thou sue
For thy affections pay e're it is due?
Loves fruits are legal use; and therefore may
Be onely taken on the marriage day.
Lying
© Lola Ridge
To claim, at a dead party, to have spotted a grackle,
When in fact you haven’t of late, can do no harm.
Locksley Hall
© Alfred Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:
Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.
Live Blindly and upon the Hour
© Trumbull Stickney
Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,
Who was the Future, died full long ago.
Lines On The Expected Invasion, 1803
© William Wordsworth
COME ye--who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land
Were with herself at strife, would take your stand,
Like gallant Falkland, by the Monarch's side,
And, like Montrose, make Loyalty your pride--
L'INNUSTRIA (Striving)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Un giorno che arrestai propio a la fetta,
Senz'avé manco l'arma d'un quadrino,
Senti che cosa fo: curro ar camino
E roppo in quattro pezzi la paletta.
Love's Clock
© James Russell Lowell
'Bid me not stay!
Hear reason, pray!
'Tis striking six! Sure never day
Was short as this is!'
Love
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
Lectures to Women on Physical Science
© James Clerk Maxwell
PLACE. A small alcove with dark curtains.
The class consists of one member.
SUBJECT.Thomsons Mirror Galvanometer.
Long time a child, and still a child, when years
© Victor Segalen
Long time a child, and still a child, when years
Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I,
Lenten Song
© Phillis Levin
That the dead are real to us
Cannot be denied,
That the living are more real
Living Among the Dead
© William Matthews
To love the dead is easy.
They are final, perfect.
But to love a child
is sometimes to fail at love
while the dead look on
with their abstract sorrow.
Leave the Hand In
© John Ashbery
Furthermore, Mr. Tuttle used to have to run in the streets.
Now, each time friendship happens, they’re fully booked.
Learning Geography
© Lesbia Harford
They have a few little hours
To study the world
Its lovely absence of clouds,
Or the thunderbolts hurled
