Poems begining by L
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Lak of Stedfastnesse
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Somtyme the world was so stedfast and stable
That mannes word was obligacioun,
Limerick: There Was an Old Lady Whose Folly
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Lady whose folly
Induced her to sit in a holly:
Whereupon by a thorn
Her dress being torn,
She quickly became melancholy.
La Paloma in London
© Claude McKay
About Soho we went before the light;
We went, unresting six, craving new fun,
New scenes, new raptures, for the fevered night
Of rollicking laughter, drink and song, was done.
Lines Written On Hearing The News Of The Death Of Napoleon
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
What! alive and so bold, O Earth?
Art thou not overbold?
What! leapest thou forth as of old
In the light of thy morning mirth,
Lines
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
With many a pause and oft reverted eye
I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near
Warble in shade their wild-wood melody:
Far off the unvarying Cuckoo soothes my ear.
Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song I
© Louisa May Alcott
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam
Of golden sunlight shines
Let such pure hate still underprop
© Henry David Thoreau
Let such pure hate still underprop
Our love, that we may be
Each other's conscience,
And have our sympathy
Mainly from thence.
Low-Anchored Cloud
© Henry David Thoreau
Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
Lines Written In Early Spring
© William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Life
© William Schwenck Gilbert
First you're born - and I'll be bound you
Find a dozen strangers round you.
Los Tres Reyes Magos (With English Translation)
© Rubén Dario
-O soy Gaspar. Aquí traigo el incienso.
Vengo a decir: La vida es pura y bella.
Existe Dios. El amor es inmenso.
Todo lo sé por la divina Estrella!
Love In Autumn
© Sara Teasdale
I sought among the drifting leaves,
The golden leaves that once were green,
To see if Love were hiding there
And peeping out between.
Let The Memorial Hill Remember
© Yehuda Amichai
Let the memorial hill remember instead of me,
that's what it's here for. Let the par in-memory-of remember,
Love And War
© Arthur Patchett Martin
THE CHANCELLOR mused as he nibbled his pen
(Sure no Minister ever looked wiser),
Lyells Hypothesis Again
© Kenneth Rexroth
The mountain road ends here,
Broken away in the chasm where
Luke
© Francis Bret Harte
Wot's that you're readin'?--a novel? A novel!--well, darn my skin!
You a man grown and bearded and histin' such stuff ez that in--
Stuff about gals and their sweethearts! No wonder you're thin ez a
knife.
Look at me--clar two hundred--and never read one in my life!
Like Some Wild Sleeper
© Mathilde Blind
Like some wild sleeper who alone at night
Walks with unseeing eyes along a height,
With death below and only stars above;
I, in broad daylight, walk as if in sleep,
Along the edges of life's perilous steep,
The lost somnambulist of love.
Lord Robert
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Tall and young and light of tongue,
Gallantly riding by wood and lea,
