Poems begining by F
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Father Son and Holy Ghost
© Elizabeth Daryush
I have not ever seen my father’s grave.
Not that his judgment eyes
Farewell to Bath
© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
To all you ladies now at Bath,
And eke, ye beaux, to you,
With aching heart, and wat'ry eyes,
I bid my last adieu.
Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals
© William Wordsworth
YET, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes
With firmer soul, yet labour to regain
Our ancient freedom; else 'twere worse than vain
To gather round the bier these festal shows.
from The Testament of Love
© John Hall Wheelock
from Book I, Introduction
Man’s Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense,
Faint Music
© Robert Hass
Maybe you need to write a poem about grace.
When everything broken is broken,
From a Bridge
© David St. John
I saw my mother standing there below me
On the narrow bank just looking out over the river
February Twilight
© Sara Teasdale
I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
Fundamentalism
© Naomi Shihab Nye
The boy with the broken pencil
scrapes his little knife against the lead
turning and turning it as a point
emerges from the wood again
Follow Thy Fair Sun
© Thomas Campion
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow,
Though thou be black as night
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun unhappy shadow.
From “Old English Rune Poem”
© Pierre Reverdy
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Wealth is a comfort to every man
yet every man must divide it mightily
If ??he wishes to have the measurer’s mercy
For ever with the Lord!
© James Montgomery
"For ever with the Lord!"
Amen, so let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word,
'Tis immortality.
Fear No More the Heat o' the Sun
© William Shakespeare
GUIDERIUS. Feare no more the heate o' th' Sun,
Nor the furious Winters rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast don,
Home art gon, and tane thy wages.
Golden Lads, and Girles all must,
As Chimney-Sweepers come to dust.
For Emily Wilson
© Archie Randolph Ammons
Such a long time as the wave idling gathers
lofts and presses forward into the curvature
of the height before one realizes that the
Farewell to Matilda
© Thomas Love Peacock
Oui, pour jamais
Chassons l’image
De la volage
Que j’adorais. PARNY.
From: Preludes for Memnon
© Conrad Aiken
Come dance around the compass
pointing north
Before, face downward, frozen,
we go forth.
