Index of First Lines 3677 John Grumlie swore by the light o' the moon Joy is the blossom, sorrow is the fruit. Just a picture of Somebody's child. PAGE 2050 1848 Kathleen Mavoureen! the gray dawn is breaking. Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King.. Kind are her answers. King Charles, and who'll do him right now. King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport Kissing her hair, I sat against her feet.. 331 3550 776 1768 1719 1693 2457 959 2211 569 2212 811 664 665 II12 Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine. Late tired with woe, even ready for to pine. 2607 I 201 2776 3581 1038 Lear and Cordelia! 'twas an ancient tale. "Leave all-and follow, follow". 2153 1638 Leaves have their time to fall. 3199 Lend me thy fillet, Love... 553 Let dogs delight to bark and bite.. 99 Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that child. Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke and rejoice. 1924 Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear. PAGE Like a blind spinner in the sun.. 3253 Like apple-blossoms, white and red. 550 Like as a ship, that through the ocean wide. 1197 Like as the damask rose you see... 3193 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore. 1213 Like rain-pools over Autumn leaves.. 557 Like some lone miser, dear, behold me stand. Like thee I once have stemmed the sea of life. 2729 Linger not long. Home is not home without thee. Little brown brother, oh! little brown brother. Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay. Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown. Lo, if some pen should write upon your rafter. Long legs, crooked thighs.. Long time a child, and still a child, when years. 59 388 19 Look, Delia, how we esteem the half-blown rose. 1204 2904 1217 Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been.. Lord, for the erring thought... Lord, for to-morrow and its needs. 3467 Lords, Knights, and squires, the numerous band. 264 Loud mockers in the roaring street. 3503 "Loudoun's bonnie woods and braes". 929 Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back. 3472 Love hath his poppy-wreath.. 875 Love heeds no more the sighing of the wind. 493 Love in fantastic triumph sate. 802 Love who will, for I'll love none. Love, when all the years are silent, vanished quite and laid to rest 483 Love within the lover's breast. "Love your neighbors as yourself". Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show. Low, like another's, lies the laureled head.. Low spake the knight to the peasant maid. 493 I 201 470 992 789 1119 777 1199 3425 1041 1763 Lowly the soul that waits. Lucy is a golden girl. Lullaby! O lullaby. "Lured," little one? Nay, you've but heard Lydia is gone this many a year. 527 79 1142 1098 M Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord 2134 Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty 1127 Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn. 1820 Miss Flora McFlimsey, of Madison Square. 2086 Mistress Mary, quite contrary Moan, moan, ye dying gales 29 3153 Monday's child is fair of face. 63 Monsieur the Curé down the street 1714 Moon in heaven's garden, among the clouds that wander 1313 Moon, so round and yellow.. 47 More love or more disdain I crave.. 593 Most glorious Lord of Life! that on this day My fairest child, I have no song to give you 117 My fairest spirit was sitting in the light 604 My Feet they haul me 'round the House 2018 Index of First Lines My good blade carves the casques of men My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains. 3681 PAGE 2634 3076 1503 My heart is chilled and my pulse is slow 990 73 My heart is like a singing bird. IIII My heart leaps up when I behold 352 My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own 651 My heart the Anvil where my thoughts do beat. 1208 My hero is na decked wi' gowd. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here.. My lady seems of ivory 1621 3046 544 My lady walks her morning round 535 My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind 116 My little dears, who learn to read, pray early learn to shun My loved, my honored, much-respected friend My prime of youth is but a frost of cares My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-crook My soul, there is a country My soul today My true-love hath my heart, and I have his Mysterious night! Spread wide thy silvery plume |