Poems begining by F
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Fish Food
© John Brooks Wheelwright
you drank deep as Thor, did you think of milk or wine?
Did you drink blood, while you drank the salt deep?
Female Judgment
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Man frames his judgment on reason; but woman on love founds her verdict;
If her judgment loves not, woman already has judged.
Fragment: Follow To The Deep Wood's Weeds
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Follow to the deep wood's weeds,
Follow to the wild-briar dingle,
Where we seek to intermingle,
And the violet tells her tale
Free
© Alfred Austin
Joy! Free, at last, from vulgar thrall:
No longer need my voice be dumb;
And quicker far than thou canst call,
O Italy, I come!
Flame And Snow
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The bare branches rose against the gray sky.
Under them, freshly fallen, snow shone to the eye.
Up the hill--slope, over the brow it shone,
Spreading an immaterial beauty to tread upon.
From The Portuguese, 'Tu Mi Chamas'
© George Gordon Byron
In moments to delight devoted,
'My life!' with tenderest tone you cry;
Dear words! on which my heart had doted,
If youth could neither fade nor die.
Fragments - Lines 1353 - 1356
© Theognis of Megara
Bitter and sweet, alluring and tormenting:
Such, till it be fulfilled, Kyrnos, is love to the young;
For if one finds fulfillment, it proves sweet; but if, pursuing,
One fails of fulfillment, then of all things it is most painful.
Fourth of July
© Julia A Moore
Fourth of July, how sweet it sounds,
As every year it rolls around.
It brings active joy to boy and man,
This glorious day throughout our land.
Father Death Blues
© Allen Ginsberg
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
For Deliverance from a feaver.
© Anne Bradstreet
When Sorrowes had begyrt me rovnd,
And Paines within and out,
First Evening (Première Soirée)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Her clothes were almost off;
Outside, a curious tree
Beat a branch at the window
To see what it could see.
France
© Percy MacKaye
Half artist and half anchorite,
Part siren and part Socrates,
Her face -- alluring fair, yet recondite --
Smiled through her salons and academies.
Faith
© Jones Very
There is no faith; the mountain stands within
Still unrebuked, its summit reaches heaven;
Felicity
© William Watson
Felicity indeed! Across the years
To me her tones come back, rebuking; me,
Spreader of toils to snare the wandering Joy
No guile may capture and no force surprise-
Only by them that never wooed her, won.
Flowers of Sion: Sonnet 11 - The last and greatest herald
© William Henry Drummond
The last and greatest herald of heaven's King,
Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,
From 'To Seraphime'
© Heinrich Heine
Through the wood when I am wandering
In the dusky eventide,
Goes a dainty form in silence
Always closely at my side.
For a Statue of the Heavenly Aphrodite
© Theocritus
Aphrodite stands here; she of heavenly birth;
Not that base one who's wooed by the children of earth.
'Tis a goddess; bow down. And one blemishless all,
Chrysogone, placed her in Amphicles' hall:
Father Forgive Them
© John Newton
Father, forgive (the Saviour said)
They know not what they do:
His heart was moved when thus he prayed
For me, my friends, and you.
