Poems begining by F
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Freedom Or Queen
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
LAND where the banners wave last in the sun,
Blazoned with star-clusters, many in one,
Floating o'er prairie and mountain and sea;
Hark! 't is the voice of thy children to thee!
Fishing Song: To J.A. Froude and Tom Hughes
© Charles Kingsley
Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good,
To point us out this way to glory-
They're no great shakes, those Snowdon Lakes,
And all their pounders myth and story.
Blow Snowdon! What's Lake Gwynant to Killarney,
Or spluttering Welsh to tender blarney, blarney, blarney?
Fashion
© Ada Cambridge
See those resplendent creatures, as they glide
O'er scarlet carpet, between footmen tall,
Fit The Second - The Bellman's Speech
© Lewis Carroll
"What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators,
Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?"
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely conventional signs!
Face To Face
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Oh, face to face with trouble,
friend, I have often stood,
From A Bachelors Private Journal
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SWEET Mary, I have never breathed
The love it were in vain to name;
Though round my heart a serpent wreathed,
I smiled, or strove to smile, the same.
Fire Victim by Ned Balbo : American Life in Poetry #271 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
It’s not uncommon for people to turn their eyes away from those who bear the scars of misfortune. Here’s a poem about that by Ned Balbo, who lives and teaches in Maryland.
Fire Victim
Once, boarding the train to New York City,
from Book I, Paterson
© William Carlos Williams
-Say it, no ideas but in things-
nothing but the blank faces of the houses
and cylindrical trees
bent, forked by preconception and accident-
split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained-
secret-into the body of the light!
Fain would I wed
© Thomas Campion
Fain would I wed a fair young man that night and day could please me,
When my mind or body grieved, that had the power to ease me.
Forward
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let me look always forward. Never back.
Was I not formed for progress? Otherwise
Fragment: To One Singing
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim
Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing,
Far far away into the regions dim
Fragment: Home
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys,
The least of which wronged Memory ever makes
Bitterer than all thine unremembered tears.
False Dearvorgil
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe!
Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame that laid us low!
And cursed be you, Dearvorgil, who severed north and south,
And ruin brought to Erinn with the smiling of your mouth.
Farewell to the Muse
© Sir Walter Scott
Enchantress, farewell, who so oft hast decoy'd me,
At the close of the evening through woodlands to roam,
Feri's Dream
© Frances Darwin Cornford
I Had a little dog, and my dog was very small;
He licked me in the face, and he answered to my call;
Of all the treasures that were mine, I loved him most of all.
Fog
© Robinson Jeffers
Invisible gulls with human voices cry in the sea-cloud
"There is room, wild minds,
Fuer Wen Ich Singe
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ich singe nicht fuer kleine Knaben,
Die voller Stolz zur Schule gehn,
Und den Ovid in Haenden haben,
Den ihre Lehrer nicht verstehn.
Funnel
© Anne Sexton
The family story tells, and it was told true,
of my great-grandfather who begat eight
For a Statue of the Muses
© Theocritus
To you this marble statue, maids divine,
Xenocles raised, one tribute unto nine.
Your votary all admit him: by this skill
He gat him fame: and you he honours still.
