Poems begining by F
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Four Errors
© Nicholls Marjory
I saw a fairy, perched on a stone.I stared too hard, and she was gone.
Faith's Review and Expectation
© John Newton
## That sav'd a wretch like me!I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see.
Frustration
© Marquis Donald Robert Perry
The things that I can't have I want And what I have seems second-rate,The things I want to do I can't And what I have to do I hate, The things I want at once come late,I am not feeling gay nor gleg, I'm really in an awful state,My life is like a scrambled egg
From The Jew of Malta ("Content, but we will leave this paltry land")
© Christopher Marlowe
And sail from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece;I'll be thy Jason, thou my golden fleece;Where painted carpets o'er the the meads are hurledAnd Bacchus's vineyards o'er-spread the world,Where woods and forests go in goodly green,I'll be Adonis, thou shalt be Love's Queen;The meads, the orchards, and the primrose lanesInstead of sedge and reed bear sugar-canes;Thou in those groves, by Dis above,Shalt live with me and be my love
From Tamburlaine the Great, Part One ("What is Beauty? saith my sufferings, then")
© Christopher Marlowe
What is Beauty? saith my sufferings then,If all the pens that poets ever heldHad fed the feeling of their master's thoughts,And every sweetness that inspired their hearts,Their minds, and muses on admired themes,If all the heavenly quintessence they stillFrom their immortal flowers of Poesy,Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceiveThe highest reaches of a human wit,If these had made one poem's periodAnd all combined in Beauty's worthiness,Yet should there hover in their restless headsOne thought, one grace, one wonder at the least,Which into words no virtue can digest
From Tamburlaine the Great, Part One ("Nature that framed us of four elements")
© Christopher Marlowe
Nature that framed us of four elements,Warring within our breast for regiment,Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds:Our souls, whose faculties can comprehendThe wondrous architecture of the worldAnd measure every wandering planet's course,Still climbing after knowledge infiniteAnd always moving as the restless spheres,Wills us to wear ourselves and never restUntil we reach the ripest fruit of all,That perfect bliss and sole felicity,The sweet fruition of an earthly crown
From Doctor Faustus ("Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?")
© Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launched a thousand shipsAnd burned the topless towers of Illium?Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss:Her lips suck forth my soul, see where it flies
Farewell to a Friend
© Li Bai
Green mountains bar the northern sky; White water girds the eastern town
Figs
© David Herbert Lawrence
The proper way to eat a fig, in society,Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.
Fæsulan Idyl
© Walter Savage Landor
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light boundInto hot Summer's lusty arms expires;And where go forth at morn, at eve, at night,Soft airs, that want the lute to play with them,And softer sighs, that know not what they want;Under a wall, beneath an orange-treeWhose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier onesOf sights in Fiesole right up above,While I was gazing a few paces offAt what they seemed to show me with their nods,Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots,A gentle maid came down the garden-stepsAnd gathered the pure treasure in her lap
Flint and Feather
© Emily Pauline Johnson
Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.
February 14
© Hamilton Jane Eaton
Above me you turn like an acrobaton blue string,your feet small and accurate.You are so far away.My love is not enough to pull youthrough the landscaped skyto this night-wet garden.
Father O'Flynn
© Graves Alfred Perceval
Of priests we can offer a charmin' variety,Far renowned for larnin' and piety;Still, I'd advance you, widout impropriety, Father O'Flynn as the flower of them all.
For Soldiers
© Gifford Humphrey
Ye buds of Brutus land, courageous youths, now play your parts!Unto your tackle stand, abide the brunt with valiant hearts!For news is carried too and fro that we must forth to warfare go
Fairies
© Fyleman Rose
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden! It's not so very, very far away;You pass the gardener's shed and you just keep straight ahead; I do so hope they've really come to stay
