Poems begining by L

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Love Unknown

© George Herbert

Deare friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad:

And in my faintings I presume your love

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Limerick: There was an Old Man of Calcutta

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Calcutta,
Who perpetually ate bread and butter;
Till a great bit of muffin,
On which he was stuffing,
Choked that horrid old man of Calcutta.

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Lucasta At The Bath.

© Richard Lovelace

  I.
I' th' autumn of a summer's day,
When all the winds got leave to play,
LUCASTA, that fair ship, is lanch'd,
And from its crust this almond blanch'd.

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Lilly-Willy-Woken

© Henry Clay Work

Broke! Broke! Broken!
Your stubborn will is broken
You will dance no more on the sable floor,
O Lilly Willy Woken!

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long conversations

© Matsuo Basho

Long conversations
beside blooming irises –
joys of life on the road

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Laudabunt Alii

© Sir Henry Newbolt

Let others praise, as fancy wills,
  Berlin beneath her trees,
Or Rome upon her seven hills,
  Or Venice by her seas;
Stamboul by double tides embraced,
Or green Damascus in the waste.

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L'Amour Du Mensonge

© John Hay

When I behold thee, O my indolent love,
  To the sound of ringing brazen melodies,
Through garish halls harmoniously move,
  Scattering a scornful light from languid eyes;

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La Grisette

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

As Clemence! when I saw thee last

Trip down the Rue de Seine,

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Lines on Revisiting the Country

© William Cullen Bryant

I stand upon my native hills again,
  Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky
With garniture of waving grass and grain,
  Orchards, and beechen forests, basking lie,
While deep the sunless glens are scooped between,
Where brawl o'er shallow beds the streams unseen.

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Lines (With A Volume Of The Author's Poems Sent To M.R.C.)

© William Watson

Go, Verse, nor let the grass of tarrying grow

Beneath thy feet iambic. Southward go

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Lover's Lane

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Summah night an' sighin' breeze,

  'Long de lovah's lane;

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Like the gods. . .

© Sappho

In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
sits there facing you-any man whatever-
listening from closeby to the sweetness of your
voice as you talk, the

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Little Girls

© Edgar Albert Guest

He knew that earth would never do, unless a bit of Heaven it had.
Men needed eyes divinely blue to toil by day and still be glad.
A world where only men and boys made merry would in time grow stale,
And so He shared His Heavenly joys that faith in Him should never fail.
He sent us down a thousand charms, He decked our ways with golden curls
And laughing eyes and dimpled arms. He let us have His little girls.

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Least Rivers—docile to some sea

© Emily Dickinson

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Least Rivers—docile to some sea.

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Leave Me A Place Underground

© Pablo Neruda

Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth,
where I can go, when I wish to turn,
without eyes, without touch,
in the void, to dumb stone,
or the finger of shadow.

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Love-Song

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

If Death should claim me for her own to-day,

  And softly I should falter from your side,

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Leda

© Muriel Stuart

Do you remember, Leda?

There are those who love, to whom Love brings

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Les Bijoux (The Jewels)

© Charles Baudelaire

La très chère était nue, et, connaissant mon coeur,
Elle n'avait gardé que ses bijoux sonores,
Dont le riche attirail lui donnait l'air vainqueur
Qu'ont dans leurs jours heureux les esclaves des Mores.

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Listen To The Mustn'ts

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Listen to Mustn'ts, child, listen to the Don'ts.
Listen to the Shouldn'ts, the Impossibles, the Won'ts.
Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.
  Anything can happen, child, Anything can be.

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Love Song

© Dorothy Parker

My own dear love, he is strong and bold

 And he cares not what comes after.