Poems begining by F
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Forever
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
He heard it first upon the lips of love,
And loved it for love's sake;
Fragment: Sufficient Unto The Day
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer
Into the darkness of the day to come?
Is not to-morrow even as yesterday?
And will the day that follows change thy doom?
Florence
© Alfred Austin
City acclaimed from far-off days
Fair, and baptized in field of flowers,
Once more I scan, with eager gaze,
Your soaring domes, your storied towers.
Future Generations (Translation of "Den Nachgeborenen")
© Bertolt Brecht
I confess this:
I have no hope.
Flowers of Sion: Sonnet 3 - Look how the flower
© William Henry Drummond
Look how the flower which ling'ringly doth fade,
The morning's darling late, the summer's queen,
Flowers From Sion: Sonnet 25 - More oft than once death whispered
© William Henry Drummond
More oft than once death whispered in mine ear:
Grave what thou hears in diamond and gold -
From The Trenches
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
OH, to be in Canada now that Spring is merry,
Happy apple blossoms gay against the smiling green;
Here the lilac's purple plume and here the pink of cherry,
Hillsides just a drift of bloom with clover in between!
Fragment: What Men Gain Fairly
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
What men gain fairly -- that they should possess,
And children may inherit idleness,
From him who earns itThis is understood;
Private injustice may be general good.
Frendly Caueat to the Second Shakerley of Powles
© Gabriel Harvey
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed,
Before the dawning of the sanguin light:
Fantasia
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Here in Samarcand they offer emeralds,
Pure as frozen drops of sea-water,
Fighting
© George MacDonald
Here is a temple strangely wrought:
Within it I can see
Two spirits of a diverse thought
Contend for mastery.
From Pocahontas
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Returning from the cruel fight
How pale and faint appears my knight!
He sees me anxious at his side;
"Why seek, my love, your wounds to hide?
Or deem your English girl afraid
To emulate the Indian maid?"
Future Poetry
© Alice Meynell
No new delights to our desire
The singers of the past can yield.
I lift mine eyes to hill and field,
And see in them your yet dumb lyre,
Poets unborn and unrevealed.
For Schoolchildren
© Joseph Brodsky
You know, I try, when darkness falls,
to estimate to some degree
by marking off the grief in miles
the distance now from you to me.
From Lightning And Tempest
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
The spring-wind pass'd through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves,
And the cedar toss'd her head, and the oak stood firm in his pride;
The spring-wind pass'd through the town,
through the housetops, casements, and eaves,
Flower O' The Year
© Katharine Tynan
The laggard year is now at prime
And primrose-time is daffodil-time;
Where do the boys delay? What tether
Hinders them from the heavenly weather,
From violet-time and cowslip-time?
For A Copy Of Theocritus
© Henry Austin Dobson
O SINGER of the field and fold,
Theocritus! Pans pipe was thine,
FishermenNot Of Galilee
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
THEY have toiled all the night, the long weary night,
They have toiled all the night, Lord, and taken nothing:--
The heavens are as brass, and all flesh seems as grass,
Death strikes with horror and life with loathing.
