Poems begining by L
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Lines Suggested By The Graves Of Two English Soldiers On The Concord Battle-Ground
© James Russell Lowell
The same good blood that now refills
The dotard Orient's shrunken veins,
Liberty To M. Le Diplomate
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Thou fool who treatest with the sword, and not
With the strong arm that wields it! Thou insane
Love's Enchantment
© Marian Osborne
AS when two children, hand clasped fast in hand,
Explore the dimness of a fairy bower
Locked Out
© Robert Frost
As told to a child
When we locked up the house at night,
We always locked the flowers outside
And cut them off from window light.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Nepaul
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
From his horse had a terrible fall;
But, though split quite in two,
By some very strong glue,
They mended that Man of Nepaul.
Lodged
© Robert Frost
The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter
© Robert Frost
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
Leaves Compared With Flowers
© Robert Frost
A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.
Love and a Question
© Robert Frost
Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart's desire.
Love Compared To A Game Of Tables
© William Strode
Love is a game at tables where the dye
Of mayds affections doth by fancie fly:
Laughter And Death
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THERE is no laughter in the natural world
Of beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubt
Louse Hunting
© Isaac Rosenberg
Nudes -- stark and glistening,
Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces
And raging limbs
Whirl over the floor one fire.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Bohemia
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Bohemia,
Whose daughter was christened Euphemia,
Till one day, to his grief,
She married a thief,
Which grieved that Old Man of Bohemia.
Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign
© Amelia Opie
Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain!
Nor wake so soon thy genial power;
For deeds of death must hail thy reign,
And clouds of fate around thee lower:….
