Poems begining by F
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Farewell to London
© Alexander Pope
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!
Thy fools no more I'll tease:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Flower And Voice
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Tremulous out of that long darkness, how
Wast thou, O blossom, made
Upon the wintry bough?
What drew thee to appear,
Foreword to Weeds By The Wall
© Madison Julius Cawein
_In the first rare spring of song,
In my heart's young hours,
In my youth 't was thus I sang,
Choosing 'mid the flowers:--_
Friendship Immortal
© Jeremy Taylor
To me though distant let thy friendship fly;
Though men be mortal, friendships must not die;
Of all things else ther's great satiety.
Farewell To Malta
© George Gordon Byron
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette!
Adieu, sirocco, sun, and sweat!
Adieu, thou palace rarely enter'd!
Adieu, ye mansions where I've ventured!
Fritzerl Schnall
© Charles Godfrey Leland
ASH on de Alapama biz,
Deep sinnin long I sat,
I dinks von ding for dinkin
Py afery Diplomat;
From an Outpost
© Leslie Coulson
I've tramped South England up and down
Down Dorset way, down Devon way,
For ret os paa Jorden at fryde,
© Peter Andreas Heiberg
For ret os paa Jorden at fryde,
vi skabtes til Frihed af Gud;
Forecastings
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHEN I am gone, what alien steps shall tread
This flowery garden-close?
What alien hands shall pluck the violets sweet,
Or gather the rich petals of the rose,
When I--drear thought!--am dead?
Full Fathom Five
© Sylvia Plath
Old man, you surface seldom.
Then you come in with the tide's coming
When seas wash cold, foam-
Four Riddles
© Lewis Carroll
I
There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.
Flora Macivor's Song
© Sir Walter Scott
There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale,
But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael.
A stranger commanded â- it sunk on the land,
It has frozen each heart, and benumb'd every hand!
For Charles Dickens
© Mary Hannay Foott
He brings no pageants of the past
To wile our hearts away;
But wins our love for those who cast
Their lot with ours to-day.
Fifteen False Propositions Against God - Section XIV
© Jack Spicer
If the diamond ring turns brass
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass
Futile Petition
© Stéphane Mallarme
Princess! to envy the fate of a Hebe
Who appears on this porcelain cup at a kiss
For Louis Pasteur
© Edgar Bowers
How shall a generation know its story
If it will know no other? When, among
For Christmas Day
© Charles Wesley
Hark, how all the welkin rings,
"Glory to the King of kings;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd!"
Fabien Dei Franchi
© Oscar Wilde
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath-
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
From the Forests
© Henry Kendall
Where in a green, moist, myrtle dell
The torrent voice rings strong
And clear, above a star-bright well,
I write this woodland song.
Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond
© Sylvia Plath
Now coldness comes sifting down, layer after layer,
To our bower at the lily root.
Overhead the old umbrellas of summer
Wither like pithless hands. There is little shelter.
