Poems begining by F
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from Georgics, III
© Virgil
Thus every Creature, and of every Kind,
The secret Joys of sweet Coition find:
Fragment 7: When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt—
A Flight of Hopes for ever on the wing
But made Tranquillity a conscious Thing—
And wheeling round and round in sportive coil
Fann'd the calm air upon the brow of Toil—
Falling Leaves and Early Snow
© Kenneth Rexroth
In the years to come they will say,
“They fell like the leaves
Far Away
© Rubén Dario
Ox that I saw in my childhood, as you steamed
in the burning gold on the Nicaraguan sun,
there on the rich plantation filled with tropical
harmonies; woodland dove, of the woods that sang
with the sound of the wind, of axes, of birds and wild bulls:
I salute you both, because you are both my life.
from [Eve Describes Her Creation] from Paradise Lost, Book 4
© Patrick Kavanagh
That day I oft remember, when from sleep
I first awak’d and found myself repos’d,
Fate
© George MacDonald
Oft, as I rest in quiet peace, am I
Thrust out at sudden doors, and madly driven
For No Clear Reason
© Robert Creeley
I dreamt last night
the fright was over, that
the dust came, and then water,
and women and men, together
again, and all was quiet
in the dim moon’s light.
Forward Ho!
© Charles Harpur
Forward ho! Forward ho! Soldiers of liberty,
Hope on; fight on; till mans whole race shall be
For Una
© Robinson Jeffers
I built her a tower when I was young—
Sometime she will die—
I built it with my hands, I hung
Stones in the sky.
from Odes: 10. Chorus of Furies
© Ted Hughes
Guarda mi disse, le feroce Erine
Let us come upon him first as if in a dream,
from The Emigrants: A Poem
© Charlotte Turner Smith
[Disillusion with the French Revolution]
So many years have passed,
Fragments Of A Lost Gnostic Poem Of The Twelfth Century
© Herman Melville
Found a family, build a state,
The pledged event is still the same:
Matter in end will never abate
His ancient brutal claim.
For My Daughter
© Weldon Kees
Looking into my daughter’s eyes I read
Beneath the innocence of morning flesh
Fair Susan Did Her Wif-Hede Well Menteine - In Chaucer's Style
© Matthew Prior
Fair Susan did her wif-hede well menteine,
Algates assaulted sore by letchours tweine;
Now, and I read aright that auncient song,
Olde were the paramours, the dame full yong.
For The Meeting Of The National Sanitary Association
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHAT makes the Healing Art divine?
The bitter drug we buy and sell,
The brands that scorch, the blades that shine,
The scars we leave, the "cures" we tell?
For Four Guilds: IV. The Bell-Ringers
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The angels are singing like birds in a tree
In the organ of good St. Cecily:
