Poems begining by F
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Fair Rosamond
© Marriott Edgar
You've heard of King Henry II
And the story of how he got fond
Of one of his customer's daughters,
A lass called the " Fair Rosamond."
Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Adonis
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I mourn Adonis deadloveliest Adonis--
Dead, dead Adonis--and the Loves lament.
Sleep no more, Venus, wrapped in purple woof--
Wake violet-stoled queen, and weave the crown
Of Death,--'tis Misery calls,--for he is dead.
Fortunate Moments
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Hast thou not known them, too, these moments bright,
Rare moments, such as came to me but now,
On this clear, breezy evening, when the light
Flows through the orchard's tossing leaf and bough,
As though beyond their lifted screen the breeze
Would open magic visions of the Hesperides?
Fratres Minores
© Ezra Pound
With minds still hovering above their testicles
Certain poets here and in France
Flirt and Phil
© William Shenstone
A wit, by learning well refined,
A beau, but of the rural kind,
To Sylvia made pretences;
They both profess'd an equal love,
Yet hoped by different means to move
Her judgement of her senses.
Fantaisie
© Gerard de Nerval
Puis un château de brique à coins de pierre,
Aux vitraux teints de rougeâtres couleurs,
Ceint de grands parcs, avec une rivière
Baignant ses pieds, qui coule entre des fleurs.
For a Girl in a Book
© Benjamin Jonson
Kim, composite of all my loves,
less real than most, more real than all;
From The Gulf
© William Henry Ogilvie
Store cattle from Nelanjie! The mob goes feeding past,
With half-a-mile of sandhill 'twixt the leaders and the last;
Fragment 01
© Simonides
Thou dost sleep with careless breast,
Slumbering in this dreary home,
Thou dost sweetly take thy rest,
In the darkness and the gloom.
For My Own Tombstone
© Matthew Prior
To me 'twas given to die; to thee 'tis given
To live: alas! one moment sets us even.
Mark! how impartial is the will of Heaven!
From: Horace To: Phyllis Subject: Invitation
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Phyllis, I've a jar of wine,
(Alban, B.C. 49)
Parsley wreathes, and, for your tresses,
Ivy that your beauty blesses.
Freedom
© Alfred Tennyson
Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
She heard the torrents meet.
Fantasia
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
KISS mine eyelids, beauteous Morn,
Blushing into life new-born!
Lend me violets for my hair,
And thy russet robe to wear,
And thy ring of rosiest hue
Set in drops of diamond dew!
Flower in the Crannied Wall
© Alfred Tennyson
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
Father's Chore
© Edgar Albert Guest
My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still;
He can cut himself while shaving an' not swear;
Facing West From California's Shores
© Walt Whitman
FACING west, from California's shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
