Poems begining by L
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Love As A Landscape Painter.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ON a rocky peak once sat I early,
Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving;
Stretch'd out like a pall of greyish texture,
All things round, and all above it cover'd.
Limerick: There was an Old Man who, when little
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man who, when little,
Fell casually into a Kettle;
But, growing too stout,
He could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that Kettle.
Love Song--Heine
© Eugene Field
Many a beauteous flower doth spring
From the tears that flood my eyes,
And the nightingale doth sing
In the burthen of my sighs.
Love's Distresses.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to?
Who would pity me that heard my sorrows?
Ah, the lip that erst so many raptures
Used to taste, and used to give responsive,
Lily's Menagerie.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which
he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change
his surrender of her into despair, by drolly-fretful images."]
Little Boy Blue
© George MacDonald
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood-
Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:
He said, "I would not go back if I could,
It's all so jolly and funny!"
Like And Like.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A FAIR bell-flowerSprang tip from the ground;
And early its fragranceIt shed all around;
A bee came thitherAnd sipp'd from its bell;
That they for each otherWere made, we see well.1814.
Lines
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THOUGH dowered with instincts keen and high,
With burning thoughts that wooed the light,
The scornful world hath passed him by,
And left him lonelier than the night.
Living Remembrance.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HALF vex'd, half pleased, thy love will feel,
Shouldst thou her knot or ribbon steal;
To thee they're much--I won't conceal;
Longing.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT pulls at my heart so?What tells me to roam?
What drags me and lures meFrom chamber and home?
How round the cliffs gatherThe clouds high in air!
I fain would go thither,I fain would be there!The sociable flightOf the ravens comes back;
Lover In All Shapes.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish;
If thou cam'st with thy line.
Thou wouldst soon make me thine.
To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish.
Lord Thomas And Fair Annet
© Andrew Lang
Lord Thomas and Fair Annet
Sate a' day on a hill;
Whan night was cum, and sun was sett,
They had not talkt their fill.
Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly
© Wallace Stevens
Among the more irritating minor ideas
Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home
To Concord, at the edge of things, was this:
Love Poem
© Kathleen Raine
Here, where I trace your body with my hand,
Love's presence has no end;
For these, your arms that hold me, are the world's.
In us, the continents, clouds and oceans meet
Our arbitrary selves, extensive with the night,
Lost, in the heart's worship, and the body's sleep.
Lenten Flowers
© Kathleen Raine
Primrose, anemone, bluebell, moss
Grow in the Kingdom of the CrossAnd the ash-tree's purple bud
Dresses the spear that sheds his blood.With the thorns that pierce his brow
Soft encircling petals growFor in each flower the secret lies
Lament
© Kathleen Raine
Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun,
Those crags in childhood that I used to climb?
Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain,
Hidden is the heart.
Later life
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Something this foggy day, a something which
Is neither of this fog nor of today,
Has set me dreaming of the winds that play
Past certain cliffs, along one certain beach,
Luminous mind, bright devil
© Pablo Neruda
Luminous mind, bright devil
of absolute clusterings, of upright noon---:
here we are at last, alone, without loneliness,
far from the savage city's delirium.
