Poems begining by F
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For An Annunciation, Early German
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The lilies stand before her like a screen
Through which, upon this warm and solemn day,
Fame And Duty
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
What shall I do lest life in silence pass?
"And if it do,
For The Man Who Fails
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The world is a snob, and the man who wins
Is the chap for its money's worth:
Ferry Me Across The Water
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Ferry me across the water,
Do, boatman, do.
For Four Guilds: I. The Glass-Stainers
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
To every Man his Mystery,
A trade and only one:
The masons make the hives of men,
The domes of grey or dun,
But we have wrought in rose and gold
The houses of the sun.
Forebearance
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;
Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;
From Mythology
© Zbigniew Herbert
First there was a god of night and tempest, a black idol without eyes, before whom they leaped, naked and smeared with blood. Later on, in the times of the republic, there were many gods with wives, children, creaking beds, and harmlessly exploding thunderbolts. At the end only superstitious neurotics carried in their pockets little statues of salt, representing the god of irony. There was no greater god at that time.
Then came the barbarians. They too valued highly the little god of irony. They would crush it under their heels and add it to their dishes.
Fatigue
© Amy Lowell
Give me dreamless sleep, and loose night's power over me,
Shut my ears to sounds only tumultuous then,
Bid Fancy slumber, and steal away its potency,
Or Nature wakes and strives to live again.
Fortune Changes
© Theocritus
Courage, my friend Battus,
To-morrow perhaps will be more favorable;
While there is life there is hope,
The dead alone are without hope.
Jove shines brightly one day,
And the next showers down rain.
Friends and Foes
© William Dean Howells
BITTER the things ones enemies will say
Against one sometimes when one is away,
But of a bitterness far more intense
The things ones friends will say in ones defence.
Fill The Goblet Again: A Song
© George Gordon Byron
Fill the goblet again! for I never before
Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core;
Let us drink!--who would not?--since, through life's varied round,
In the goblet alone no deception is found.
Fragment I
© Giacomo Leopardi
I round the threshold wandering here,
Vainly the tempest and the rain invoke,
That they may keep my lady prisoner.
Failure
© Arlo Bates
Count not the trampled dead spared any strain
Because another won where was slain
Are hearts ignoble proved whose cause is lost?
Vain is the standard if success hide cost.
For OthersAnd His Wife
© Edgar Albert Guest
HE took off his hat to the woman next door,
But he wouldn't do that for his wife;
Freedom's Battle-Song
© Katharine Lee Bates
RED, white, blue, the flag that leads us on,
Stripes as red as blood well shed by many a hero gone.
Foolish Children
© George MacDonald
Waking in the night to pray,
Sleeping when the answer comes,
Foolish are we even at play-
Tearfully we beat our drums!
Cast the good dry bread away,
Weep, and gather up the crumbs!
