Japanese Wood-Carving, A (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it was a waving tree And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves Of forest trees, in a thick eastern wood. continue reading
Land Of The Lotus Flower (by: Lisa G. Leming) It seems a hundred years ago Since I took to the open road And drove a thousand miles or more All the way to sea and shore continue reading
Late Autumn (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the slowly falling leaf. continue reading
Late Leaves (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) The leaves are falling; so am I; The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; continue reading
Leisure (by: William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940)) What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. continue reading
Liebestod (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) When I was bold, when I was bold- And that's a hundred years!- Oh, never I thought my breast could hold The terrible weight of tears. continue reading
Life (by: Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 - 1618)) WHAT is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. continue reading
Light of Stars, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. continue reading
