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• A farewell to Ole Bull

  There was a fountain in my heart
  Whose deeps had not been stirred;
  A thirst for music in my soul …

  Anne Lynch Botta

• "Farewell, Farewell, Unwashed Russia"

  Farewell, farewell, unwashed Russia,
  The land of slaves, the land of lords,
  And you, blue uniforms of gendarmes, …

  Mikhaïl Lermontov

• Fate slew Him, but He did not drop —

  Fate slew Him, but He did not drop —
  She felled — He did not fall —
  Impaled Him on Her fiercest stakes — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Female Piety and Virtue, an Ode

  As when the night its highest noon attains,
  And not a cloud o'ercasts the blue serene,
  The stars diffus'd through all th' etherial plains, …

  Thomas Gibbons

• The Female Right to Literature

  WHilst you, Athenia, with assiduous toil
  Reap the rich fruits of learning's fertile soil;
  Now search whate'er historick truth has shewn, …

  Thomas Seward

• Few, yet enough,

  Few, yet enough,
  Enough is One —
  To that ethereal throng …

  Emily Dickinson

• Finding is the first Act

  Finding is the first Act
  The second, loss,
  Third, Expedition for …

• Fitter to see Him, I may be

  Fitter to see Him, I may be
  For the long Hindrance — Grace — to Me —
  With Summers, and with Winters, grow, …

• The Flea

  Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
  How little that which thou deniest me is;
  It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee, …

  John Donne

• Florentine Ingratitude

  Florentine Ingratitude
  Sir Joshua sent his own Portrait to
  The birth Place of Michael Angelo …

  William Blake

• Floss won't save you from an Abyss

  Floss won't save you from an Abyss
  But a Rope will —
  Notwithstanding a Rope for a Souvenir …

• The Flying Gang

  I served my time, in the days gone by,
  In the railway's clash and clang,
  And I worked my way to the end, and I …

  Banjo Paterson

• Forever at His side to walk —

  Forever at His side to walk —
  The smaller of the two!
  Brain of His Brain — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Forever — is composed of Nows —

  Forever — is composed of Nows —
  'Tis not a different time —
  Except for Infiniteness — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Forget! The lady with the Amulet

  Forget! The lady with the Amulet
  Forget she wore it at her Heart
  Because she breathed against …

• Poems of Charles Baudelaire/A Former Life

  Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,
  By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,
  Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows, …

  Charles Baudelaire

• Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre —

  Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre —
  Without Design
  Or Order, or Apparent Action — …

• A Fragment (Brontë)

  Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once
  Of beauty or of grace,
  Simple and homely in attire …

  Anne Brontë

• Frequently the woods are pink -

  Frequently the woods are pink —
  Frequently, are brown.
  Frequently the hills undress …

  Emily Dickinson

• Frigid and sweet Her parting Face —

  Frigid and sweet Her parting Face —
  Frigid and fleet my Feet —
  Alien and vain whatever Clime …

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