y fair bosom, silver, 1049.
Lamentation, its lonesome and low, 536.
Land, my own, my native, 1051.
of brown heath, 1051.
Landscape tire the view, 1053.
Language, fit, there is none, 1054.
quaint and olden, 1055.
Lark, the herald of the morn, 1056.
the, left his nest, 1057.
Larks, the early, 1827.
Lass, a penniless, 1058.
Latin, that soft bastard, 1059.
Laughter, holding his sides, 1060.
shakes the skies, 1061.
Law, in, what plea so tainted, 1062.
sovereign, sits empress, 1064.
Laws grind the poor, 1063.
Leaf is on the tree, 245.
the sere, the yellow, 1065.
Learning enlightens to corrupt the mind, 1069.
mourning for the death of, 1068.
on scraps of, dote, 1070.
Leaves have their times to fall, 496.
like, on trees, 1067.
shady, of destiny, 541.
Letters, all dead paper, 1073.
Cadmus gave, 1075.
that betray the heart's history, 1074.
Liberty, I must have, 1076.
like day, breaks, 1079.
mountain nymph, sweet, 1081.
when, is gone, 1078.
Liberty's, in, defence, 1077.
in every blow, 1080.
Lie, an odious, damned, 1082.
nothing can need a, 1088.
Life a curse and not a blessing, 1086.
by his, alone, 637.
high, 108.
hovers like a star, 1087.
is but a span, 500.
is not to be bought, 1092.
is scarce the twinkle of a star, 1088.
is so dreary, 536.
is the gift of God, 1089.
nor love thy, nor hate, 1085.
pure in its purpose, 981.
sacred burden is this, 248.
so careless of the single, 1093.
twenty years of, 1816.
what is, 1090.
whoso lives the holiest, 911.
Life 's a short summer, 945.
a vast sea, 1091.
but a means, 614.
but a walking shadow, 1084.
Light, a dim religious, 275.
offspring of Heaven, 1094.
that led astray, 1095.
that never was, 1096.
the prime work of God, 187.
to break and melt in sunder, 1097.
Lightning, brief as the, 1098.
Lightnings, the rending, 1883.
Likeness, long shall we seek his, 1668.
Lilacs, April brings again, 105.
Lilies, in the beauty of the, 320.
in twisted braids of, 1100.
Lily, mistress of the field, 1099.
Line, cadence of a rugged, 252.
Marlowe's mighty, 1102.
marred the lofty, 1103.
will the, stretch, 577.
Lion, wounds the earth, 1104.
Lions, talks familiarly of, 197.
Lips, her, are roses washed with dew, 1105.
when my, meet thine, 1028.
Little, contented with, 1106.
man wants but, 1107.
Lives of great men, 7
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