Poems begining by L
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L'Epitaphe Villon
© Francois Villon
Freres humains qui après nous vivez,N'ayez les cuers contre nous endurcis,Car, se pitié de nous povres avez,Dieu en aura plus tost de vous mercis
Le Son du cor
© Paul Verlaine
Le son du cor s'afflige vers les boisD'une douleur on veut croire orphelineQui vient mourir au bas de la collineParmi la bise errant en courts abois.
Leda
© Mona Van Duyn
"Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?"
Letty's Globe
© Turner Charles (Tennyson)
When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year,And her young, artless words began to flow,One day we gave the child a colour'd sphereOf the wide earth, that she might mark and know,By tint and outline, all its sea and land
Lost Mistress
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After
© Alfred Tennyson
Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,
Love that doth Reign and Live within my Thought
© Henry Howard
Love that doth reign and live within my thoughtAnd built his seat within my captive breast,Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,Oft in my face he doth his banner rest
London, hast thou Accused me
© Henry Howard
London, hast thou accused meOf breach of laws, the root of strife?Within whose breast did boil to see,So fervent hot, thy dissolute life,That even the hate of sins that growWithin thy wicked walls so rife,For to break forth did convert soThat terror could it not repress
Le Violon d'Ingres
© Stallworthy Jon
Man Ray, inventive fellow,seeing the girl who artfor him hipped like a cello,portrayed her as that.
Looking into a Face
© Robert Bly
Conversation brings us so close! Opening
The surfs of the body
Bringing fish up near the sun
And stiffening the backbones of the sea!
Letter from a Friend
© Shields Carol
What do you mean you don'tunderstand me these days?Can't you see I'msewn up with sadness?Stitched through and through with grief that won'tbe comforted or identified.
Lines: "When the Lamp Is Shattered"
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
When the lamp is shatteredThe light in the dust lies dead-- When the cloud is scatteredThe rainbow's glory is shed
Lest We Forget
© Scott Francis Reginald
The British troops at the DardanellesWere blown to bits by British shells
Last Rites
© Scott Francis Reginald
Within his tent of pain and oxygenThis man is dying; grave, he mutters prayers,Stares at the bedside altar through the screens,Lies still for invocation and for hands
Lines Written in Kensington Gardens
© Matthew Arnold
In this lone, open glade I lie,
Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand;
And at its end, to stay the eye,
Those black-crown'd, red-boled pine-trees stand!
Les Effarés
© Arthur Rimbaud
Noirs dans la neige et dans la brume,Au grand soupirail qui s'allume, Leurs culs en rond,
Le Dormeur du val
© Arthur Rimbaud
C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivièreAccrochant follement aux herbes des haillonsD'argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,Luit: c'est un petit val qui mousse de rayons
Love in Thy Youth, Fair Maid; Be Wise
© Walter Porter
Love in thy youth, fair maid; be wise, Old Time will make thee colder,And though each morning new arise Yet we each day grow older
