Poems begining by F
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Fear of the Inexplicable
© Rainer Maria Rilke
But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished
the existence of the individual; the relationship between
Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks
© Pablo Neruda
All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
From The Break The Nightingale
© William Ernest Henley
From the brake the Nightingale
Sings exulting to the Rose;
France
© Rudyard Kipling
Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all
By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul,
Furious in luxury, merciless in toil,
Terrible with strength that draws from her tireless soil;
Fable L: The Hare and Many Friends
© John Gay
Friendship, like love, is but a name,
Unless to one you stint the flame.
From The Venetian Of Buratti
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Pleasant were it, Nina mine!
Could our Hearts, by fairy powers,
Renovate their life divine,
Like the trees and herbs and flowers.
Foxhound Puppies
© William Henry Ogilvie
Great big lolloping lovable things!
Rolling and tumbling on every lawn,
Fetching The Wounded
© Robert Laurence Binyon
At the road's end glimmer the station lights;
How small beneath the immense hollow of Night's
Lonely and living silence! Air that raced
And tingled on the eyelids as we faced
For Scotland
© Robert Fuller Murray
Beyond the Cheviots and the Tweed,
Beyond the Firth of Forth,
My memory returns at speed
To Scotland and the North.
Firwood
© John Clare
The fir trees taper into twigs and wear
The rich blue green of summer all the year,
Faces
© Arthur Symons
The pathos of a face behind the glass,
When April brightens in the grass;
The pathos of a face that, like the day,
Fades to an evening, chill and grey,
Yet has not known the universal boon
Of Springtide at the warmth of noon.
Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I lay upon the headland-height, and listened
To the incessant sobbing of the sea
In caverns under me,
And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and glistened,
Until the rolling meadows of amethyst
Melted away in mist.
From The Porch At Runnymede
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I stand above the city's rush and din,
And gaze far down with calm and undimmed eyes,
To where the misty smoke wreath grey and dim
Above the myriad roofs and spires rise;
Freedom In Brazil
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WITH clearer light, Cross of the South, shine forth
In blue Brazilian skies;
And thou, O river, cleaving half the earth
From sunset to sunrise,
Faith
© George MacDonald
"Earth, if aught should check thy race,
Rushing through unfended space,
Headlong, stayless, thou wilt fall
Into yonder glowing ball!"
Father William
© James Whitcomb Riley
"You are old, Father William, and though one would think
All the veins in your body were dry,
Yet the end of your nose is red as a pink;
I beg your indulgence, but why?"
From Anacreon
© George Gordon Byron
I wish to tune my quivering lyre
To deed of fame and notes of fire;
To echo, from its rising swell,
How heroes fought and nations fell,
Fragment Of An Ode To Canada
© Duncan Campbell Scott
This is the land!
It lies outstretched a vision of delight,
Bent like a shield between the silver seas
It flashes back the hauteur of the sun;
Yet teems with humblest beauties, still a part
Of its Titanic and ebullient heart.
