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• The Legacy (John Donne)

  When last I died, and, dear, I die
  As often as from thee I go,
  Though it be but an hour ago …

  John Donne

• A Legend (Wynn)

  A knave and a fool on an island were cast;
  Their ship had gone down in the hurricane's blast.
  On the island they met, while hungry and wet, …

  Ross Winn

• Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today

  Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today
  Whose having lived is held by us in noble Holiday
  Without the date, like Consciousness or Immortality —

• Lest they should come — is all my fear

  Lest they should come — is all my fear
  When sweet incarcerated here

• Lest this be Heaven indeed

  Lest this be Heaven indeed
  An Obstacle is given
  That always gauges a Degree …

• Let down the Bars, Oh Death —

  Let down the Bars, Oh Death —
  The tired Flocks come in
  Whose bleating ceases to repeat …

  Emily Dickinson

• Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip,

  Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip,
  Nor beg, with Domains in my Pocket -

• Let the Brothels of Paris be opened

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  Let the Brothels of Paris be opened
  With many an alluring dance …

  William Blake

• Let Us play Yesterday —

  Let Us play Yesterday —
  I — the Girl at school —
  You — and Eternity — the …

• Life — is what we make of it —

  Life — is what we make of it —
  Death — we do not know —
  Christ's acquaintance with Him …

• Lift it — with the Feathers

  Lift it — with the Feathers
  Not alone we fly —
  Launch it — the aquatic …

• Lightly stepped a yellow star

  Lightly stepped a yellow star
  To its lofty place —
  Loosed the Moon her silver hat …

  Emily Dickinson

• Like Brooms of Steel

  Like Brooms of Steel
  The Snow and Wind
  Had swept the Winter Street — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Like eyes that looked on Wastes —

  Like eyes that looked on Wastes —
  Incredulous of Ought
  But Blank — and steady Wilderness — …

• Like her the Saints retire,

  Like her the Saints retire,
  In their Chapeaux of fire,
  Martial as she! …

• Like Mighty Foot Lights — burned the Red

  Like Mighty Foot Lights — burned the Red
  At Bases of the Trees —
  The far Theatricals of Day …

  Emily Dickinson

• Like Rain it sounded till it curved

  Like Rain it sounded till it curved
  And then I new 'twas Wind —
  It walked as wet as any Wave …

• Like Some Old fashioned Miracle

  Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
  When Summertime is done —
  Seems Summer's Recollection …

  Emily Dickinson

• Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush

  Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
  I hear the level Bee —
  A Jar across the Flowers goes …

  Emily Dickinson

• Lines (Botta)

  Sing me that song again,
  That wild, impassioned lay;
  The tumult of my throbbing brain …

  Anne Lynch Botta

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