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Land where the bones of our fathers are sleeping
Late in the evening forth I went
Late rideth Sir Olaff—fast fadeth the west
Let him who hates dancing ne'er go to a ball
Let others with poetic fire
Let this album brighLsouled maiden
Life's like an inn where travellers stay
Linger not long! Home is not home without thee
Listen! love of mine, O listen
Little shoes and stockings
Live well, die never
Long the sun hath gone to rest
Lord Endless walking to the Hall
Lord, give me freely to rejoice
Love dwells not in the sparkling blaze
Love me little, love me long
Love not me for comely grace
Love wove a chaplet passing fair
Lovely, lasting peace below
Madam, my debt to Nature paid
Mantled in storms:—attended by the roar
March the twenty-first! mark the day
Matches are made for many reasons
Men once were surnamed for their shape or estate
'Mid scattered foliage pale and sere
Mistakes are common all through life
Morn's earliest blush with frowning dyes
Mother, they say the stars are bright
My ain auld wife, oh! boo it cheers
My Beltane o' life and my gay days are gane
My boy refused his food, forgot to play
My chaise the village inn did gain
My country, o'er thy mountains wild
My day is dippin' in the west
My dear, what makes you always yawn
"My God!" the beauty oft exclaimed
My lad's a braw and bonnie lad
My Lilia gave me yester-morn
My love was born in Aberdeen
My sad tears flow and weep lost worth
My spouse and I full many a year
Mysterious plant! whose golden tresses wave