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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
Falken-Beize	Rainer Maria Rilke	1918	German	[80] FALKEN-BEIZE Kaiser sein heißt unverwandelt vieles überstehen bei geheimer Tat: wenn der Kanzler nachts den Turm betrat...
Falkenfels	Victor Hugo	1822	French	V Falkenfels, qu'on distingue au loin dans la bruine, Est le burg démoli d'un vieux comte en ruine. Je voulus voir le burg et l'homme. Je montai La montagne, à travers le bois, un jour d'été. On rencontre à mi-côte, en un ravin tombée,...
Fallen Greece	Lord Byron		English	From “The Giaour” CLIME of the unforgotten brave! Whose land, from plain to mountain-cave, Was Freedom’s home or Glory’s grave! Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is all remains of thee? Approach, thou craven, crouching slave; Say,...
Fallende Blätter	Carl Sternheim	1967	German	Im herbstlichen Walde Zitternde Blätter, Zitternde Blätter Wir zwei. Um uns streicht Mitleidlos grausam Ein wilder Wind, Reißt an den Röcken, Wühlt in den Haaren. Da...
Fallschirmsprung meiner Begleiterin	Joachim Ringelnatz	1929	German	[10] FALLSCHIRMSPRUNG MEINER BEGLEITERIN Wie sie den Fallschirm mir zeigt und erklärt, Kann ich nur...
Falscher Studiertrieb	Friedrich Schiller	1805	German	Falscher Studiertrieb. O wie viel neue Feinde der Wahrheit! Mir blutet die Seele, Seh’ ich das Eulengeschlecht, das zu dem Lichte sich drängt.
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose			English	Falsehood of Thee could I suppose 'Twould undermine the Sill To which my Faith pinned Block by Block Her Cedar Citadel.
Falstaff's Song	Edmund Clarence Stedman		English	Where ’s he that died o’ Wednesday? What place on earth hath he? A tailor’s yard beneath, I wot, Where worms approaching be; For the wight that died o’ Wednesday, Just laid the light below, Is dead as the varlet turned to clay A...
Faltaba más!	Romildo Risso	1902	Spanish	Llevo los güeyes cansaos. Y me faltan doce leguas!... Si por tiempo las carculo, Dentran cién en la docena... ...Uno dice: salgo, y sale... Lo demás, no hay quién lo sepa! ...Ni que uno juese adivino... Llover la semana entera!......
Fame	Alexander Pope	1708	English	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. Just what you hear, you have; and what ’s unknown The same (my lord) if Tully’s, or your own. All that we feel of it begins and...
Fame is a bee.				Fame is a bee. It has a song — It has a sting — Ah, too, it has a wing.
Fame is a fickle food			English	Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the ...
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 Ascend incessantly — Or be that most insolvent thing A Lightning in the Germ — Electrical the embryo But...
Fame is the tint that Scholars leave			English	Fame is the tint that Scholars leave Upon their Setting Names — The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes —
Fame of Myself, to justify,				Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous — An Incense Beyond Necessity — Fame of Myself to lack — Although My Name be else Supreme — This were an Honor honorless — A...
Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die			English	Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die And are too seldom born —
Fanale	Carl Sternheim	1967	German	1. Um unsre Plätze ist ein heilig Schweigen, Und unsre Flüsse hält ein großes Stocken, Von unsern Bäumen tiefes Niederneigen, Und in den Lüften zittern wirre Glocken. Ich schreite einsam zu den weißen...
Fanatisme	Théophile Dondey dit Philothée O'Neddy	1833	French	. . . . . . . . . . . . À la rage il adore, Républicain naïf, les romaines vertus : Il se donne les airs et le ton d’un Brutus ! Que je l’aime ce nom, saint dans tous les langages, Ce nom terrible, écrit sur le char des orages, Ce nom, beau de...
Fancy	John Keats	1815	English	Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let wingèd Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind’s cage-door, She ’ll dart...
Fancy in Nubibus	Samuel Taylor Coleridge	1792	English	O, It is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend’s fancy; or, with head bent low...