Poems begining by F
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Fragments - Lines 0429 - 0438
© Theognis of Megara
To beget and rear a man is easier than to put good sense
Inside him. No one yet has ever contrived a way
For The Briar-Rose
© William Morris
The fateful slumber floats and flows
About the tangle of the rose;
But lo! the fated hand and heart
To rend the slumberous curse apart!
Fragment II
© Giacomo Leopardi
The light of day was fading in the west,
The smoke no more from village chimneys curled,
Nor voice of man, nor bark of dog was heard;
Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
'Tis late at night, and in the realm of sleep
My little lambs are folded like the flocks;
Farewell To Arcady
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
With sombre mien, the Evening gray
Comes nagging at the heels of Day,
And driven faster and still faster
Before the dusky-mantled Master,
The light fades from her fearful eyes,
She hastens, stumbles, falls, and dies.
For An Autumn festival
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Persian's flowery gifts, the shrine
Of fruitful Ceres, charm no more;
The woven wreaths of oak and pine
Are dust along the Isthmian shore.
Fortale til Skaberen
© Anders Arrebo
O Almæctige Gud, al Verdens Skaber oc HErre,
Præctig du gaaer her ud, din Gierning ziirlig maa være!
Fulgur
© Victor Marie Hugo
L'océan me disait : Ô poëte, homme juste,
J'ai parfois comme toi cette surprise auguste
Qu'il me descend des cieux une immense rougeur ;
Et je suis traversé tout à coup, ô songeur,
Fairies
© Francis Ledwidge
Maiden-poet, come with me
To the heaped up cairn of Maeve,
And there we'll dance a fairy dance
Upon a fairy's grave.
FromThe Arabic: An Imitation
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
My faint spirit was sitting in the light
Of thy looks, my love;
It panted for thee like the hind at noon
Fabula Distica
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
La pobre carne, frente a ti, se alza
como brincó de los dedos divinos:
religiosa, frenética y descalza.
Fragment Of A Ghost Story
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
A shovel of his ashes took
From the hearth's obscurest nook,
Fickle Summer
© Robert Fuller Murray
Fickle Summer's fled away,
Shall we see her face again?
Hearken to the weeping rain,
Never sunbeam greets the day.
False Alarm
© Boris Pasternak
From early morning-nonsense
With tubs and troughs and strain,
With dampness in the evening
And sunsets in the rain.
False Prophets
© George MacDonald
Would-be prophets tell us
We shall not re-know
Them that walked our fellows
In the ways below!
Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer
© George Gordon Byron
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal avail'd on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.
For The Centennial Dinner
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
DEAR friends, we are strangers; we never before
Have suspected what love to each other we bore;
But each of us all to his neighbor is dear,
Whose heart has a throb for our time-honored pier.
Fireflies
© Bliss William Carman
THE fireflies across the dusk
Are flashing signals through the gloom
Courageous messengers of light
That dare immensities of doom.
Fourth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
It was not then a poet's dream,
An idle vaunt of song,
Such as beneath the moon's soft gleam
On vacant fancies throng;
