Poems begining by F
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False Dawn
© Rudyard Kipling
To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
The Earth is racked and fain-
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
And we, who from the Earth were made,
Thrill with our Mother's pain.
Flower
© Paul Celan
The stone.
The stone in the air, which I followed.
Your eye, as blind as the stone.
Fra Pedro
© Emma Lazarus
Golden lights and lengthening shadows,
Flings the splendid sun declining,
O'er the monastery garden
Rich in flower, fruit and foliage.
For Spring By Sandro Botticelli
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
WHAT masque of what old wind-withered New-Year
Honours this Lady? Flora, wanton-eyed
Farewell To A Singer
© Robert Fuller Murray
As those who hear a sweet bird sing,
And love each song it sings the best,
Grieve when they see it taking wing
And flying to another nest:
From The Cuckoo And The Nightingale
© William Wordsworth
The God of Love-"ah, benedicite!"
How mighty and how great a Lord is he!
For he of low hearts can make high, of high
He can make low, and unto death bring nigh;
And hard-hearts he can make them kind and free.
Flower-Life
© Henry Timrod
I think that, next to your sweet eyes,
And pleasant books, and starry skies,
Fragment X
© James Macpherson
It is night; and I am alone, forlorn
on the hill of storms. The wind is
heard in the mountain. The torrent
shrieks down the rock. No hut receives
me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of
winds.
Farewell To Frances
© George Moses Horton
Farewell! if ne'er I see thee more,
Though distant calls my flight impel,
I shall not less thy grace adore,
So friend, forever fare thee well.
Fauconshawe
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
To fetch clear water out of the spring
The little maid Margaret ran;
From the stream to the castle's western wing
It was but a bowshot span;
On the sedgy brink where the osiers cling
Lay a dead man, pallid and wan.
Forsaken. (From The German)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Something the heart must have to cherish,
Must love and joy and sorrow learn,
Something with passion clasp, or perish,
And in itself to ashes burn.
First Love
© Giacomo Leopardi
Ah, well can I the day recall, when first
The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said:
If _this_ be love, how hard it is to bear!
Fighting McGuire
© William Percy French
Now, Giibbon has told the story of old,
Of the Fall of the Roman Empire,
Fragment: To A Friend Released From Prison
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
For me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble
In my faint eyes, and that my heart beat fast
With feelings which make rapture pain resemble,
Yet, from thy voice that falsehood starts aghast,
For My Sake.
© James Brunton Stephens
INASMUCH as ye gave ear unto the sighing
Of the least of these the children of my care,
Footlight Motifs
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Time was, when first that voice I heard,
Despite my close and tense endeavour,
When many an important word
Was lost and gone forever;
Though, unlike others at the play,
I never whispered: "wha'd'd she say?"
Fit The Third - The Baker's Tale
© Lewis Carroll
There was silence supreme! Not a shriek, not a scream,
Scarcely even a howl or a groan,
As the man they called "Ho!" told his story of woe
In an antediluvian tone.
Farewell To Italy
© Alfred Austin
Incomparable Italy, farewell!
Tears not unmanly trespass to the eyes,
