Poems begining by F
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Flight
© Rupert Brooke
Voices out of the shade that cried,
And long noon in the hot calm places,
And children's play by the wayside,
And country eyes, and quiet faces -
All these were round my steady paces.
Faute De Mieux
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN the corn is green and the poppies red
And the fields are crimson with love-lies-bleeding,
Fighting Hard
© Henry Lawson
Fighting hard for fair Victoria, and the mountain and the glen;
(And the Memory of Eurekathere were other tyrants then),
For the glorious Gippsland forests and the Worlds great Singing Star
For the irrigation channels where the cabbage gardens are
Fighting hard.
Fragment. Where's The Poet?
© John Keats
Where's the Poet? show him! show him,
Muses nine! that I may know him.
'Tis the man who with a man
Is an equal, be he King,
For "Ruggiero And Angelica" By Ingres
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I
A REMOTE sky, prolonged to the sea's brim:
Freedom
© James Russell Lowell
Bravely to do whate'er the time demands,
Whether with pen or sword, and not to flinch,
This is the task that fits heroic hands;
So are Truth's boundaries widened inch by inch.
Feelings Excited By Some Military Maneuvers At Verona
© Richard Monckton Milnes
What is the lesson I have brought away,
After the moment's palpitating glee?
What has this pomp of men, this strong array
Of thousands and ten thousands been to me?
Fragment IX
© James Macpherson
Conar was mighty in war. Caul
was the friend of strangers. His gates
were open to all; midnight darkened
not on his barred door. Both lived upon
the sons of the mountains. Their bow
was the support of the poor.
Farewell to the Plague Spirit
© Mao Zedong
So many green and blue hills, but to what avail?
This tiny creature left Hua Tuo powerless!
Friendship Broken
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Mine was the mood that shows the dearest face
Thro' a long avenue, and voices kind
Idle, and indeterminate, and blind
Fear
© Gamaliel Bradford
When I was little,
My life was half fear.
My nerves were as brittle
As nature may bear.
For an Old Poet
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
When he is old and past all singing,
Grant, kindly Time, that he may hear
The rhythm through joyous Nature ringing,
Uncaught by any duller ear.
From The German Of Uhland
© James Weldon Johnson
Three students once tarried over the Rhine,
And into Frau Wirthin's turned to dine.
Frankfort-On-The-Main
© Charles Godfrey Leland
Dis four-goin song vas over-set by der Hans Breitmann from de
German of Wilhelm Caspary, whose lyric vas a barody on a
dranslation made indo Deutsch by Freiligrath from anoder boem py
Sir Waldherr Scott, vitch Sir Waldherr vas kit de idee of from an
oldt Scottish ballad vitch pegin mit de vorts-
Full Fathom Five
© William Shakespeare
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
From you have I been absent in the spring... (Sonnet 98)
© William Shakespeare
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
Fidele
© William Shakespeare
FEAR no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear No More
© William Shakespeare
Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
