Love Poems – Page 1170

• False though She be

  False though she be to me and love, / I'll ne'er pursue revenge; / For still the charmer I approve, …

  by William Congreve

• Falsehood

  Still do the stars impart their light / To those that travel in the night; / Still time runs on, nor doth the hand …

  by William Cartwright

• Falsehood of Thee could I suppose

  Falsehood of Thee could I suppose / 'Twould undermine the Sill / To which my Faith pinned Block by Block …

• Falstaff's Song

  Where ’s he that died o’ Wednesday? / What place on earth hath he? / A tailor’s yard beneath, I wot, …

  by Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Faltaba más!

  Llevo los güeyes cansaos. / Y me faltan doce leguas!... / Si por tiempo las carculo, …

  by Romildo Risso

• Fame

  From “An Essay on Man,” Epistle IV. / WHAT ’s fame?—a fancied life in others’ breath, / A thing beyond us, e’en before our death. …

  by Alexander Pope

• Fame is a bee.

  Fame is a bee. / It has a song — / It has a sting — …

• Fame is a fickle food

  Fame is a fickle food / Upon a shifting plate / Whose table once a …

• Fame is the one that does not stay —

  Fame is the one that does not stay — / Its occupant must die / Or out of sight of estimate …

• Fame is the tint that Scholars leave

  Fame is the tint that Scholars leave / Upon their Setting Names — / The Iris not of Occident …

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