Poems begining by F
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From A Lost Anthology
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
IN A STRANGE LAND.
By an unnamed river-anchorage have we raised a shrine to Apollo. If these strange winds cool the grass where he sleeps, we know not, nor if he will hear us. But round about grows the dark laurel, and here also the young oak fattens her acorns against the end of the wheat-harvest.
From The Woods
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHY should I, with a mournful, morbid spleen,
Lament that here, in this half-desert scene,
My lot is placed?
At least the poet-winds are bold and loud,--
For E. McC
© Ezra Pound
Gone as a gust of breath
Faith! no man tarrieth,
Se il cor ti manca, but it failed thee not!
'Non ti fidar, it is the sword that speaks
In me.
Friars Song
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Some love the matin-chimes, which tell
The hour of prayer to sinner:
Feeding Out Wintering Cattle at Twilight
© Ted Hughes
The wind is inside the hill.
The wood is a struggle---like a wood
Struggling through a wood. A panic
Only just holds off---every gust
Frog Autumn
© Sylvia Plath
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother.
The insects are scant, skinny.
In these palustral homes we only
Croak and wither.
Fountain of Never-Ceasing Grace
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Fountain of never ceasing grace,
Thy saints exhaustless theme,
Fo'c'sle Comradeship
© Harry Kemp
There's not much in the fo'c'sle of a ship
But old sea boots and chests that stand in rows
While up above a smoky lantern glows,
And hanging from a peg the oilskins drip,
Flight Of The Spirit
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Whither, oh! whither wilt thou wing thy way?
What solemn region first upon thy sight
From 'The Clouds'
© Sandor Petofi
SORROW? A GREAT OCEAN.
Joy?
A little pearl in the ocean.Perhaps,
By the time I fish it up, I may break it.
Faqirana Aye Sada Kar chale ( With English Translation)
© Meer Taqi Meer
faqirana aye sada kar chale
miyan khush raho ham dua kar chale
For Wang Lun
© Li Po
Li Bai is already on the boat, preparing to depart,
I suddenly hear the sound of stamping and singing on the shore.
The water of Taohua pond reaches a thousand feet in depth,
But still it's not as deep as Wang Lun's feelings seeing me off.
Fragment XV
© James Macpherson
Lamderg! says Firchios son of Aydon,
Gealchossa may be on the hill;
she and her chosen maids pursuing the
flying deer.
Flutter, Little Bird
© George Ade
Flutter, little bird and keep on trying,
By and by you will be flying;
You can do it, take my word,
Keep on fluttering, little bird.
