Poems begining by L
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Lines Occasioned By A Visit To Whittlebury Forest, Northamptonshire, In August, 1800
© Robert Bloomfield
Genius of the Forest Shades!
Lend thy pow'r, and lend thine ear!
Luna
© Victor Marie Hugo
O France, although you sleep
We call you, we the forbidden!
The shadows have ears,
And the depths have cries.
Le Vieux Temps
© William Henry Drummond
Venez ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me-so
An' I will tole you story of old tam long ago-
Lament for Chaucer
© Thomas Hoccleve
ALLAS! my worthi maister honorable,
This landes verray tresor and richesse!
Lines Written At The King's-Arms, Ross, Formerly The House Of The 'Man Of Ross'
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Richer than misers o'er their countless hoards,
Nobler than kings, or king-polluted lords,
Here dwelt the man of Ross! O trav'ller, hear,
Departed merit claims a reverent tear.
Lyrics Of Love And Sorrow
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love is the light of the world, my dear,
Heigho, but the world is gloomy;
The light has failed and the lamp down hurled,
Leaves only darkness to me.
L'amour Par Terre
© Paul Verlaine
The wind the other night blew down the Love
That in the dimmest corner of the park
So subtly used to smile, bending his arc,
And sight of whom did us so deeply move
Limitations Of Benevolence
© Julia Ward Howe
"The beggar boy is none of mine,"
The reverend doctor strangely said;
"I do not walk the streets to pour
Chance benedictions on his head.
Lucasta's World Epode
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Cold as the breath of winds that blow
To silver shot descending snow,
Lucasta sigh't; when she did close
Life, A Language.
© Robert Crawford
Life is a language every man must use,
Some with a wondrous faculty, and some
So blindly that they seem like Caliban
Or e'er the good and great magician took
Pity upon his impotence, and made
The discord of his reason musical.
Longing
© James Russell Lowell
Of all the myriad moods of mind
That through the soul come thronging,
Life
© Edith Wharton
We climbed the slopes of solitude, and there
Life met a god, who challenged her and said:
"Thy pipe against my lyre!" But "Wait!" she laughed,
And in my live flank dug a finger-hole,
And wrung new music from it. Ah, the pain!
Love's Chastening
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air,
Proud of the youth that made him fresh and fair;
Lines To A Friend Visiting America
© George Meredith
Now farewell to you! you are
One of my dearest, whom I trust:
Now follow you the Western star,
And cast the old world off as dust.
