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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Little Cloud	John Howard Bryant	1827	English	[1853] AS 1 when, on Carmel’s sterile steep, The ancient prophet bowed the knee, And seven times sent his servant forth To look toward the distant sea; There came at last a little cloud, Scarce larger than the human hand, Spreading...
The Little Elf	John Kendrick Bangs		English	I met a little Elf-man, once, Down where the lilies blow. I asked him why he was so small And why he didn’t grow. He slightly frowned, and with his eye He looked me through and through. “I ’m quite as big for me,” said he, “As you...
The Little Knight in Green	Katharine Lee Bates		English	What fragrant-footed comer Is stepping o’er my head? Behold, my queen! the Summer! Who deems her warriors dead. Now rise, ye knights of many fights, From out your sleep profound! Make sharp your spears, my gallant peers, And prick...
The Little Milliner	Robert Buchanan		English	MY girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair, A soft hand, like a lady’s, small and fair, A sweet fate pouting in a white straw bonnet, A tiny foot, and little boot upon it; And all her finery to charm beholders Is the gray shawl drawn tight around her...
The Little Nipper an' 'is Ma	George Fauvel Gouraud		English	“yer know me little nipper,” Said ’Energy ’Awkins, M. P. “Well, ’e ’s a little champion, An’ tikes on arfter me. Larst Sunday me an’ the missus Went out fer a little walk— I should say the nipper took us, Yer should o’ ’eard ’im tork! ...
The Little Red Lark	Alfred Perceval Graves		English	O Swan of slenderness, Dove of tenderness, Jewel of joys, arise! The little red lark, Like a soaring spark Of song, to his sunburst flies; But till thou art arisen, Earth is a prison, Full of my lonesome sighs: Then...
The Living Book	Charlotte Fiske Bates		English	This bears the seal of immortality, For every soul that reads it feels the search Of answering thought, and thousands there may be Saying at once, “How straight that looks at me!” Nor child nor fool it leaveth in the lurch; But, like the eyes that mark...
The Living Temple	Oliver Wendell Holmes		English	Not in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green, Is all thy Maker’s glory seen: Look in upon thy wondrous frame,— ...
The Living Temple	Oliver Wendell Holmes		English	Not in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green, Is all thy Maker’s glory seen: Look in upon thy wondrous frame,— ...
The Loneliness One dare not sound —			English	The Loneliness One dare not sound — And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size — The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see — And perish from before...
The Lonely Bugle Grieves	Grenville Mellen		English	the trump hath blown, And now upon that reeking hill Slaughter rides screaming on the vengeful ball; While with terrific signal shrill, The vultures, from their bloody eyries flown, Hang o’er them like a pall. Now deeper roll the...
The Lonely House			English	A pair of spectacles afar just stir — An almanac 's aware. Was it the mat winked, Or a nervous star ? The moon slides down the stair To see who 's there. There 's plunder, — where ? ...
The Lonely-Bird	Harrison Smith Morris		English	O dappled throat of white! Shy, hidden bird! Perched in green dimness of the dewy wood, And murmuring, in that lonely, lover mood, Thy heart-ache, softly heard, Sweetened by distance, over land and lake. Why, like a kinsman, do I feel thy voice...
The lonesome for they know not What —			English	The lonesome for they know not What — The Eastern Exiles — be — Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday — And ever since — the purple Moat They strive to climb — in vain — As Birds —...
The Long Night	Harry Bache Smith		English	Who will watch thee, little mound, When a few more years are done, And I go with them to rest In the silence that is best? Grave of my belovëd one, When that I mine own have found, Who will watch thee, little mound? Who will...
The long sigh of the Frog				The long sigh of the Frog Upon a Summer's Day Enacts intoxication Upon the Revery — But his receding Swell Substantiates a Peace That makes the Ear inordinate For corporal release —
The Long-Nos'd Lass			English
The longest day that God appoints				The little notes shall go as fast as steam can take them. Our hearts already went. Would we could mail our faces for your dear encouragement. Remember The longest day that God appoints Will finish with the sun. ...
The look of thee, what is it like			English	The look of thee, what is it like Hast thou a hand or Foot Or Mansion of Identity And what is thy Pursuit? Thy fellows are they realms or Themes Hast thou Delight or Fear Or Longing — and is that for...
The Looks of a Lover Enamoured	George Gasgione	1554	Love	Thou, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft, And find therein great cause of deep delight, Thy face is fair, thy skin is smooth and soft, Thy lips are sweet, thine eyes are clear and bright, And every part seems pleasant in my sight; Yet wote thou well, those...