Poems begining by L
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Lone Founts
© Herman Melville
Though fast youth's glorious fable flies,
View not the world with worldling's eyes;
Lover's Quarrels
© Edith Nesbit
JOIN hands, my dear, clasp long and close and fast,
Even this present we shall soon call past,
And lay among the unforgotten days,
Not the less loved because they could not last.
Lines Written After A Walk Before Supper
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Tho' much averse, dear Jack, to flicker,
To find a likeness for friend V----ker,
I've made, thro' earth, and air, and sea,
A voyage of discovery!
Little Girls Are Best
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little girls are mighty nice,
Take 'em any way they come;
La Reina (and translation)
© Pablo Neruda
Yo te he nombrado reina.
Hay más altas que tú, más altas.
Hay más puras que tú, más puras.
Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.
Pero tú eres la reina.
Love's Language
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Need I say how much I love thee?-
Need my weak words tell,
Leetle Lac Grenier
© William Henry Drummond
Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone,
Right on de mountain top,
But cloud sweepin' by, will fin' tam to stop
No matter how quickly he want to go,
So he'll kiss leetle Grenier down below.
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
© William Wordsworth
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
Love
© Edgar Albert Guest
Truth went forth on a search one day
I For the source of love that he might say
He had found its depth and its breadth for aye.
Little Be-Pope,
© Anonymous
Little Be-Pope,
He lost his hope,
"Coz" Jackson he couldn't find him.
He found him at last,
And ran very fast,
With his tail hanging down behind him.
Life's Eden.
© Robert Crawford
'Tis in sooth life's Eden,
We within it;
Love put all the seed in
To begin it,
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
See, it is ended. Sick and overborne
By foes and fools, and my long chase, I lie.
Here, in these walls, with all life's souls forlorn
Herded I wait,--and in my ears the cry,
``Alas, poor brothers, equal in Man's scorn
And free in God's good liberty to die.''
Lot In Sodom
© John Newton
How hurtful was the choice of Lot,
Who took up his abode
Because it was a fruitful spot
With them who feared not God!
Let Us Have Peace
© Eugene Field
In maudlin spite let Thracians fight
Above their bowls of liquor;
But such as we, when on a spree,
Should never brawl and bicker!
Les Chantiers
© Susie Frances Harrison
FOR know, my girl, there is always the axe
Ready at hand in this latitude,
And how it stings and bites and hacks
Love Is Not Blind. I See With Single Eye
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love is not blind. I see with single eye
Your ugliness and other women's grace.
Lines To The Memory Of Pitt
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Oh Britain! dear Isle, when the annals of story
Shall tell of the deeds that thy children have done,
When the strains of each poet shall sing of their glory,
And the triumphs their skill and their valour have won.
