Lear and Cordelia! 'twas an ancient tale; [78]
Let me come in where you sit weeping,—aye; [263]
Let me move slowly through the street; [42]
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne; [15]
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands; [215]
Look out upon the stars, my love; [14]
Men say the sullen instrument; [158]
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; [108]
My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read; [172]
My heart, I cannot still it; [192]