Poems begining by F
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Fame
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
HAVE I played fellowship with night, to see
The allied armies break our gates at dawn
from A Passage to India
© Walt Whitman
Passage to India!
Lo, soul! seest thou not God’s purpose from the first?
The earth to be spann’d, connected by network,
The races, neighbors, to marry and be given in marriage,
The oceans to be cross’d, the distant brought near,
The lands to be welded together.
from Odes: 36 ["See! Their verses are laid"]
© Ted Hughes
See! Their verses are laid
as mosaic gold to gold
from The Shepheardes Calender: April
© Edmund Spenser
THENOT & HOBBINOLL
Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ytorne?
Or is thy Bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete?
Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza XV
© Gertrude Stein
Should they may be they might if they delight
In why they must see it be there not only necessarily
For C.
© Lola Ridge
After the clash of elevator gates
And the long sinking, she emerges where,
A slight thing in the morning’s crosstown glare,
She looks up toward the window where he waits,
Then in a fleeting taxi joins the rest
Of the huge traffic bound forever west.
"Fie, foolish earth..."
© Fulke Greville
Fie, foolish earth, think you the heaven wants glory
Because your shadows do yourself benight?
Freely Espousing
© James Schuyler
a semi-tropic night
that cast the blackest shadow
of the easily torn, untrembling banana leaf
Flash Jack from Gundagai
© Anonymous
I've shore at Burrabogie, and I've shore at Toganmain,
I've shore at big Willandra and upon the old Coleraine,
But before the shearin' was over I've wished myself back again
Shearin', for old Tom Patterson, on the One Tree Plain.
February
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
O Master-Builder, blustering as you go
About your giant work, transforming all
From Lines to William Simson
© Robert Burns
Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
She's gotten poets o' her ain—
Chiels wha their chanters winna hain,
But tune their lays,
Till echoes a' resound again
Her weel-sung praise.
From Faust - Second Part - I.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HARK! the storm of hours draws near,
Loudly to the spirit-ear
Signs of coming day appear.
Rocky gates are wildly crashing,
Phoebus' wheels are onward dashing;
Fragment 5: Whom should I choose for my Judge?
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What is the meed of thy Song? 'Tis the ceaseless, the thousandfold Echo
Which from the welcoming Hearts of the Pure repeats and prolongs it,
Each with a different Tone, compleat or in musical fragments.
From "Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship" - Book II, Chap. XIII
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
E'en here the penalty we pay,
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WHO gives himself to solitude,
For Laurel and Hardy on My Workroom Wall
© David Wagoner
Theyre tipping their battered derbies and striding forward
In step for a change, chipper, self-assured,
For love I, too, could die (she said) nor fear it,
© Robert Crawford
Such love as some of the dead queens have had
Whose sorrow matched their beauty. I could bear it,
And I think die too, to have been so glad.
With the sweet wonder in a great light lying
Flowers Without Fruit
© John Henry Newman
Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control
That o'er thee swell and throng;--
They will condense within thy soul,
And change to purpose strong.
from The Lady of the Lake: Boat Song
© Sir Walter Scott
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
Honored and blessed be the ever-green Pine!
