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The Lady feeds Her little Bird |
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The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At rarer intervals —
The little Bird would not dissent
But meekly recognize
The Gulf between the Hand and Her
And crumbless and afar
And fainting, on Her yellow Knee... |
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The Lady lost in the Wood |
John Milton |
1628 |
English |
From “Comus”
THE LADY.—This way the noise was, if mine ear be true,
My best guide now; methought it was the sound
Of riot and ill-managed merriment,
Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe
Stirs up amongst the loose, unlettered hinds,
When for... |
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The Lady of the Lake |
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The Laird o’ Cockpen |
Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne |
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The Laird o’ Cockpen he ’s proud and he ’s great,
His mind is ta’en up with the things o’ the state;
He wanted a wife his braw house to keep,
But favor wi’ wooin’ was fashious to seek.
Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
At his table-head he thought... |
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The Lake Isle of Innisfree |
William Butler Yeats |
1885 |
English |
I Will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping... |
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The Lake — To —— |
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In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less —
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.... |
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The Lamb |
William Blake |
1789 |
French |
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life & bid thee feed
By the stream & o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?... |
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The Lamp |
Sarah Pratt McLean Greene |
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Hast thou a lamp, a little lamp,
Put in that hand of thine?
And did He say, who gave it thee,
The world hath need this light should be,
Now, therefore, let it shine?
And dost thou say, with bated breath,
It is a little flame;
I ’ll... |
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The Lamp burns sure — within — |
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The Lamp burns sure — within —
Tho' Serfs — supply the Oil —
It matters not the busy Wick —
At her phosphoric toil!
The Slave — forgets — to fill —
The Lamp — burns golden — on —
Unconscious that the... |
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The Lamp in the West |
Ella Higginson |
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Venus has lit her silver lamp
Low in the purple West,
Casting a soft and mellow light
Upon the sea’s full breast;
In one clear path—as if to guide
Some pale, wayfaring guest.
Far out, far out the restless bar
Starts from a... |
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The Land of Counterpane |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
1870 |
English |
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-... |
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The Land of Story-books |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
1870 |
English |
At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.
Now, with my little gun, I crawl
All in the dark along the wall,
And follow round the forest track
Away... |
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The Land o’ the Leal |
Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne |
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I ’m wearing awa’, Jean,
Like snaw when it ’s thaw, Jean;
I ’m wearing awa’,
To the land o’ the leal.
There ’s nae sorrow there, Jean,
There ’s neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is aye fair
In the land o’ the leal.
Ye were... |
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The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans |
1813 |
English |
The Breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed;
And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and waters o’er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On... |
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The Landlady’s Daughter |
Johann Ludwig Uhland |
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From the German by John Sullivan Dwight
THREE students were travelling over the Rhine;
They stopped when they came to the landlady’s sign;
“Good landlady, have you good beer and wine?
And where is that dear little daughter of thine?”
“My beer and wine are... |
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The largest Fire ever known |
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The largest Fire ever known
Occurs each Afternoon —
Discovered is without surprise
Proceeds without concern —
Consumes and no report to men
An Occidental Town,
Rebuilt another morning
To be... |
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The Lark Ascending |
George Meredith |
1848 |
English |
He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolved and spreading wide,
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy... |
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The Lassitudes of Contemplation |
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The Lassitudes of Contemplation
Beget a force
They are the spirit's still vacation
That him refresh —
The Dreams consolidate in action —
What mettle fair
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The Last Bowstrings |
Edward Lucas White |
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They had brought in such sheafs of hair,
And flung them all about us there
In the loud noonday’s heat and glare:
Gold tresses, far too fine to wind,
And brown, with copper curls entwined,
And black coils, black as all my mind.
In the low,... |
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The Last Buccaneer |
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Oh, England is a pleasant place for those that's rich and high;
But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I;
And such a port for Mariners I ne'er shall see again,
As the pleasant Isle of Avés, beside the Spanish main.
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