It was a' for our rightfu' King, 505
It was many and many a year ago, 695
It was not in the Winter, 651
It was not like your great and gracious ways!, 762
It was the Winter wilde, 307
Its edges foam'd with amethyst and rose, 873
Jenny kiss'd me when we met, 592
John Anderson, my jo, John, 497
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud, 293
Ladies, though to your conquering eyes, 404
Late at een, drinkin' the wine, 370
Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son, 319
Lay a garland on my herse, 209
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, 95
Lenten ys come with love to toune, 3
Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and Bynge, 7
Let me go forth, and share, 853
Let me not to the marriage of true minds, 162
Let the bird of loudest lay, 144
Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice, 335
Life! I know not what thou art, 474
Like the Idalian queen, 225
Like thee I once have stemm'd the sea of life, 472
Like to Diana in her summer weed, 103
Like to the clear in highest sphere, 100
Lo, quhat it is to love, 44
London, thou art of townes A per se, 19
Long-expected One-and-twenty, 450
Look not thou on beauty's charming, 544
Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band, 423
Loud mockers in the roaring street, 869
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, 286
Love guards the roses of thy lips, 99
Love in fantastic triumph sate, 411
Love in my bosom like a bee, 97
Love is a sickness full of woes, 111
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning, 801
Love is the blossom where there blows, 233
Love not me for comely grace, 71
Love, thou art absolute, sole Lord, 338
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