Poems begining by L
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Little Billee
© William Makepeace Thackeray
There were three sailors of Bristol city
Who took a boat and went to sea.
But first with beef and captain's biscuits
And pickled pork they loaded she.
Little Green Buttons
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
The honeymoon ended a decade ago,
If he still loves her he don't say so,
So she's taking her blues to the House af Tattoos,
Getting little green buttons on her birthday suit.
Life
© Edgar Albert Guest
A WEE bit of sorrow
And sadness and pain,
But sunshine tomorrow
And laughter again.
Lancan vei per mei la landa
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Si.l reis engles e.l ducs normans
o vol, eu la veira abans
que l'iverns nos sobreprenda.
Limerick: There was an Old Man with a Gong
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man with a gong,
Who bumped at it all day long;
But they called out, 'O law!
You're a horrid old bore!'
So they smashed that Old Man with a gong.
Leigh Hunt
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DESPITE misfortune, poverty, the dearth
Of simplest justice to his heart and brain,
This gracious optimist lived not in vain;
Rather, he made a partial Heaven of Earth;
Like A Laverock In The Lift
© Jean Ingelow
It's we two, it's we two, it's we two for aye,
All the world, and we two, and Heaven be our stay!
Like a laverock in the lift, sing, O bonny bride!
All the world was Adam once, with Eve by his side.
Lollingdon Downs VIII
© John Masefield
THE Kings go by with jewled crowns;
Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
Lie A-Bed
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Lie a-bed,
Sleepy head,
Shut up eyes, bo-peep;
Till daybreak
Never wake: -
Baby, sleep.
Land, Ho!
© Edward Thomas
I know tis but a loom of land,
Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice,
I know I cannot hear His voice
Upon the shore, nor see Him stand;
Yet is it land, ho! land.
Life Returning
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O LIFE, dear life, with sunbeam finger touching
This poor damp brow, or flying freshly by
On wings of mountain wind, or tenderly
In links of visionary embraces clutching
Me from the yawning grave--
Can I believe thou yet hast power to save?
La Vuelta A La Patria
© Miguel Antonio Caro
Mirad al peregrino
iCuan doliente y trocado!
Apoyandose lento en su cayado
iQue solitario va por su camino!
Looking For A Monk And Not Finding Him
© Li Po
I took a small path leading
up a hill valley, finding there
a temple, its gate covered
with moss, and in front of
Listening to a Flute in Yellow Crane Pavillion
© Li Po
I came here a wanderer
thinking of home,
remembering my far away Ch'ang-an.
And then, from deep in Yellow Crane Pavillion,
Leaving White King City
© Li Po
White King City I left at dawn
in the morning-glow of the clouds;
The thousand miles to Chiang-ling
we sailed in a single day.
Lady At A Mirror
© Rainer Maria Rilke
As in sleeping-drink spices
softly she loosens in the liquid-clear
mirror her fatigued demeanor;
and she puts her smile deep inside.
Love
© Czeslaw Milosz
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
