Poems begining by L
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Lines On A Friend, Who Died Of A Frenzy Fever, Induced By Calumnious Reports
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rest, injured shade! the poor man's grateful prayer
On heaven-ward wing thy wounded soul shall bear.
As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass,
And oft sit down upon its recent grass,
With introverted eye I contemplate
Similitude of soul, perhaps of -- fate!
Lead, Kindly Light
© John Henry Newman
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home,--
Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,--one step enough for me.
limitations gone
© Saigyo
limitations gone
since my mind fixed on the moon
clarity and serenity
make something for which
there's no end in sight
Love's Gifts
© Marian Osborne
BELOVED, can I make return to thee
For all the gifts which thy rich heart doth hold,
Last Love
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
O, how in our waning days
We love more tenderly and more obsessively. . .
Longfellow
© Henry Van Dyke
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour
and riches and confusion,
Where there were many running to and fro, and
shouting, and striving together,
In the midst of the hurry and the troubled noise,
I heard the voice of one singing.
Lady Mabel
© Alfred Austin
Side by side with Lady Mabel
Sate I, with the sunshade down;
In the distance hummed the Babel
Of the many-footed town;
There we sate with looks unstable-
Now of tenderness, of frown.
Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing
© James Weldon Johnson
Lift ev'ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Leaves
© Gamaliel Bradford
Down come the leaves,
Like fleeting years,
Or idle tears
Of love that grieves.
Light
© Ted Hughes
Eyes laughing and childish
Ran among flowers of leaves
And looked at light's bridge
Which led from leaf, upward, and back down to leaf.
Loves Likenings
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
He.
To what, love, shall I liken thee?
Thou, methinks, shalt firstly be
A blue flower with nodding bells
Lines Written In Windsor Park
© Charles Churchill
These verses appeared with Churchill's name to them in the London
Magazine for , and there is no reason to doubt their being
genuine.
Lines Written In August
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;
Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,
I slumbered, and in slumber saw once more
A room in an old mansion, long unseen.
Les Heures Claires
© Emile Verhaeren
Voici le banc, sous les pommiers
D'où s'effeuille le printemps blanc,
A pétales frôlants et lents.
Voici des vols de lumineux ramiers
Plânant, ainsi que des présages,
Dans le ciel clair du paysage.
Leili
© Sarojini Naidu
THE serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day.
O soft! the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are stirring like sweet maidens when they dream.
Life and Nature
© Archibald Lampman
I passed through the gates of the city,
The streets were strange and still,
Through the doors of the open churches
The organs were moaning shrill.
Ladys Tomb
© Pierre de Ronsard
As in the gardens, all through May, the rose,
Lovely, and young, and fair apparelled,
