Poems begining by F
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Fragments
© John Masefield
Troy Town is covered up with weeds,
The rabbits and the pismires brood
On broken gold, and shards, and beads
Where Priam's ancient palace stood.
For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her
© William Strode
What mystery was this; that I should finde
My blood in kissing you to stay behinde?
'Twas not for want of color that requirde
My blood for paynt: No dye could be desirde
Faces
© Sara Teasdale
PEOPLE that I meet and pass
In the city's broken roar,
Faces that I lose so soon
And have never found before,
Far Away from Here
© Charles Baudelaire
This is the sanctuary
where the prettified young lady,
calm, and always ready,
fans her breasts, aglow,
Friendships Black And White
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Romance is writ for me with many names
Of fair loved faces, each page a design
Blazoned and tinctured, this with saffron flames
Enshrining fancy, that with opaline
Fragments - Lines 0467 - 0496
© Theognis of Megara
Of those now here with us, do not detain anyone who is unwilling to remain,
Nor show the door to anyone who does not wish to go,
Faithful Eckart.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The band of the Sorceress sisters.
They hitherward speed, and on finding us here,
They'll drink, though with toil we have fetch'd it, the beer,
Finnish Song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IF the loved one, the well-known one,
Should return as he departed,
On his lips would ring my kisses,
Though the wolf's blood might have dyed them;
And a hearty grasp I'd give him,
Though his finger-ends were serpents.
From An Album Of 1604.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HOPE provides wings to thought, and love to hope.
Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest,
And say, that as on high her figure changeth,
So, upon earth, my joy decays and grows.
First Loss.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Of that time so fondly cherish'd!
Silently my wounds I feed,
And with wailing evermore
From The Mountain.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Written just after the preceding one, on a
mountain overlooking the Lake of Zurich.]
Farewell.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To break one's word is pleasure-fraught,To do one's duty gives a smart;
While man, alas! will promise nought,That is repugnant to his heart.Using some magic strains of yore,Thou lurest him, when scarcely calm,
On to sweet folly's fragile bark once more,Renewing, doubling chance of harm.Why seek to hide thyself from me?Fly not my sight--be open then!
Known late or early it must be,And here thou hast thy word again.My duty is fulfill'd to-day,No longer will I guard thee from surprise;
Fragments - Lines 0667 - 0682
© Theognis of Megara
If I had money, Simonides, I would not feel such pain
As I do now, when in the company of the noble.
For Ever.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The wise,--the bard alone in visions fair,--
In my best hours I found in her all this,
And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss.
Found.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONCE through the forestAlone I went;
To seek for nothingMy thoughts were bent.I saw i' the shadowA flower stand there
As stars it glisten'd,As eyes 'twas fair.I sought to pluck it,--It gently said:
"Shall I be gather'dOnly to fade?"With all its rootsI dug it with care,
Faces
© Lola Ridge
A late snow beats
With cold white fists upon the tenements -
Hurriedly drawing blinds and shutters,
Like tall old slatterns
Pulling aprons about their heads.
Fairy Tale
© Boris Pasternak
Once, in times forgotten,
In a fairy place,
Through the steppe, a rider
Made his way apace.
