Poems begining by L
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Lachlan Side
© Henry Lawson
REGION of damper and junk and tea,
Region of pastures wide!
The fairest spots in the world to me
Are out on the Lachlan Side.
Late Fragment
© Raymond Carver
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Late Ripeness
© Czeslaw Milosz
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,
I felt a door opening in me and I entered
the clarity of early morning.
Love And Discipline
© Henry Vaughan
Since in a land not barren still
(Because Thou dost Thy grace distill)
My lot is fallen, blest be Thy will!
Lovesong
© Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
Lake
© Czeslaw Milosz
Maidenly lake, fathomless lake,
Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes,
Idling with a reflected cloud, for my sake
Whom your shore no longer touches.
Le Christianisme
© Wilfred Owen
So the church Christ was hit and buried
Under its rubbish and its rubble.
In cellars, packed-up saints long serried,
Well out of hearing of our trouble.
Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring
© Robert Burns
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daises white
Out o'er the grassy lea
Lament for the Poets: 1916
© Francis Ledwidge
I heard the Poor Old Woman say:
"At break of day the fowler came,
And took my blackbirds from their songs
Who loved me well thro' shame and blame
Le Marais Du Cygne
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A BLUSH as of roses
Where rose never grew!
Great drops on the bunch-grass,
But not of the dew!
Like a braziers bronze cinders,
© Boris Pasternak
Like a braziers bronze cinders,
the sleepy gardens beetles flowing.
Lament for Mr Tai
© Li Po
Wine-maker there by Yellow Fountains,
Eternal Spring thats still your vintage.
Without Li Po on Nights Terrace
Who can there be to bring you custom?
LI SPIRITI IV (Ghosts 4)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Un mese, o ppoco ppiù, doppo er guadaggno
De la piastra, che ffece er zanto prete,
Venne la pasqua, e 'r gabbiano che ssapete
Cominciò a lavorà de scacciaraggno.
Lifeis what we make of it
© Emily Dickinson
Lifeis what we make of it
Deathwe do not know
Christ's acquaintance with Him
Justify Himthough
Lilian
© Alfred Tennyson
Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee,
Airy Lilian,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,
Fairy Lilian.
Lines Addressed To Dr. Darwin, Author Of The 'Botanic Garden.'
© William Cowper
Two Poets, (poets, by report,
Not oft so well agree,)
Sweet harmonist of Flora's court!
Conspire to honour thee.
Limerick: There was an old person of Paxo
© Edward Lear
There was an old person of Paxo
Which complained when the fleas bit his back so,
But they gave him a chair
And impelled him to swear,
Which relieved that old person of Paxo.
Little and Good
© Jessie Pope
Young Thompson was a bit too short,
But hard as nails and level-headed,
Life And Death.
© Robert Crawford
We come like bats that out of a dark cave
Have suddenly been scared into the day,
Blear-eyed and vexed as here and there they flap,
Unnatural denizens of such a world.
