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The Last Buccaneer

© Macaulay Thomas Babington

The winds were yelling, the waves were swelling, The sky was black and drear,When the crew with eyes of flame brought the ship without a name Alongside the last Buccaneer.

The Testament of John Lydgate

© John Lydgate

Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see What mortall peyne I suffre for thi trespace

The Sonnets of Ishtar

© Lodge George Cabot

I am the world's imperishable desire;Life is because I will, for hope of meLife is, nor all the dark depths of the seaCould quench mine eyes' light nor my body's fire

To a Spider

© Linton William James

Spider! Spider! hid from sightTill some hapless fly alight,What fore-thoughtful brain and eyeFashion'd thy web's nice symmetry?

The Sleeper of the Valley

© Lewisohn Lugwig

There's a green hollow where a river singsSilvering the torn grass in its glittering flight,And where the sun from the proud mountain flingsFire and the little valley brims with light.

To Lallie

© Amy Levy

UP those Museum steps you came,And straightway all my blood was flame, O Lallie, Lallie !

The Grudge of the Old

© David Herbert Lawrence

The old ones want to be young, and they aren't young,and it rankles, they ache when they see the young,and they can't help wanting to spite it on themvenomously.

The Blue Jay

© David Herbert Lawrence

The blue jay with a crest on his headComes round the cabin in the snow.He runs in the snow like a bit of blue metal,Turning his back on everything.

The New Plaything

© Lardner Ring W.

I wonder what your thought will beAnd what you'll say and do, sir.When you come home again and seeWhat Daddy's got for you, sir.

What, what, what,What's the news from Swat? Sad news, Bad news,Comes by the cable ledThrough the Indian Ocean's bed,Through the Persian Gulf, the RedSea and the Med-Iterranean--he's dead;The Ahkoond is dead!

For the Ahkoond I mourn

To Correspondents

© Andrew Lang

MY postman, though I fear thy tread, And tremble as thy foot draws nearer,'Tis not the Christmas dun I dread, My mortal foe is much severer --The unknown correspondent, who, With indefatigable pen,And nothing in the world to do, Perplexes literary men

The Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomond

© Andrew Lang

THERE's an ending o' the dance, and fair Morag's safe in France,And the Clans they hae paid the lawing,And the wuddy has her ain, and we twa are left alane,Free o' Carlisle gaol in the dawing.

To My Grandmother

© Frederick Locker Lampson

(Suggested by a Picture by Mr. Romney)

The King and Queen of Hearts

© Charles Lamb

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The Incarnation

Not in cloud and not in thunder,Filling all the world with wonder, Came to earth the Lord of earth;But with helpless cries and tears,Mid a mother's pains and fears, Entered by the gate of birth.