Poems begining by F
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Fit The Sixth - The Barrister's Dream
© Lewis Carroll
He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court,
Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,
Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig
On the charge of deserting its sty.
Fancy's Casuistry
© James Russell Lowell
How struggles with the tempest's swells
That warning of tumultuous bells!
The fire is loose! and frantic knells
Throb fast and faster,
As tower to tower confusedly tells
News of disaster.
For Valour
© John Le Gay Brereton
Hail to you, comrades, who have won,
Where the torn lines of battle run
By tattered town and ruined mead,
The honour that men give with pride
To those who, daffing death aside,
Have done the valorous deed.
Flower O The Peach
© Alice Guerin Crist
When I came down Toowoomba streets,
The evening air was full of sweets,
Of Springtime odours vague and faint,
Franciscae Meae Laudes (Praises of My Francesca)
© Charles Baudelaire
Novis te cantabo chordis,
O novelletum quod ludis
In solitudine cordis.
Further Language From Truthful James
© Francis Bret Harte
Do I sleep? do I dream?
Do I wonder and doubt?
Are things what they seem?
Or is visions about?
Is our civilization a failure?
Or is the Caucasian played out?
From Egmont
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Full arm'd for the strife,
While his hand grasps his lance
As they proudly advance.
(Fragment 2) I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
Than if 'twere Truth. It has been often so:
Must I die under it? Is no one near?
Will no one hear these stifled groans and wake me?
Floretty's Musical Contribution
© James Whitcomb Riley
And then some one
Of the loud-wrangling boys said--"_Course_ they's none
No more, _these_ days!--They's Fairies _ust_ to be,
But they're all dead, a hunderd years!" said he.
Fiammetta
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
BEHOLD Fiammetta, shown in Vision here.
Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands;
From The Song of Hiawatha
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Death of Minnehaha
ALL day long roved Hiawatha
February Night
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O Weariness, that writest histories
On all these human faces, and O Sighs
That somewhere silence hears! You have no part,
It seems, in the old earth's deep--flowering heart;
Your way of solace is a different way.
Five Lines
© Nazim Hikmet
To overcome lies in the heart, in the streets, in the books
from the lullabies of the mothers
to the news report that the speaker reads,
understanding, my love, what a great joy it is,
to understand what is gone and what is on the way.
From the Somme
© Leslie Coulson
In other days I sang of simple things,
Of summer dawn, and summer noon and night,
The dewy grass, the dew wet fairy rings,
The larks long golden flight.
Full Of Life, Now
© Walt Whitman
FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.
