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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Fine Old English Gentleman	Anonymous		English	I ’LL 1 sing you a good old song, Made by a good old pate, Of a fine old English gentleman Who had an old estate, And who kept up his old mansion At a bountiful old rate; With a good old porter to relieve The old poor at his gate,...
The Fingers of the Light			English	The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With "I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in." "You're soon," the Town replied, "My Faces are asleep — But swear, and I will let you by,...
The Fire i' the Flint	Lucy Robinson		English	The sudden thrust of speech is no mean test Of man or woman. Caesar, with his cry Of anguish,—Pilate, putting justice by,— Into three words a human soul compressed; Three broke from Galileo’s brooding breast; And Desdemona, instant to reply “Nobody...
The Fire of Love	Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset	1658	English	From the “Examen Miscellaneum,” 1708 THE FIRE of love in youthful blood, Like what is kindled in brushwood, But for a moment burns; Yet in that moment makes a mighty noise; It crackles, and to vapor turns, And soon itself destroys....
The First Blue-Bird	James Whitcomb Riley	1869	English	Jest rain and snow! and rain again! And dribble! drip! and blow! Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then— Some more rain and snow! This morning I was ’most afeard To wake up—when, I jing! I seen the sun shine out and heerd The...
The first Day that I was a Life				The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it — How still — That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it — as well — 'Twas stiller — though the first Was still — "Twas empty — but the first ...
The first Day's Night had come —			English	The first Day's Night had come — And grateful that a thing So terrible — had been endured — I told my Soul to sing — She said her Strings were snapt — Her Bow — to Atoms blown — And so to mend her —...
The First Half of the Seventeenth Century/Chapter 1			English	"North and South too many an hour I've by the skipper held the wheel; Seen too many a hissing shower O'er my old sou'-wester reel."
The First Half of the Seventeenth Century/Chapter 4			English	"Hinc pallidorum longa morborum cohors Turpisque egestas sequitur," &c.
The First Half of the Seventeenth Century/Chapter 6				"Chez cette race nouvelle Où j'aurai quelque crédit, Vous ne passerez pas pour belle Qu'autant que je l'aurai dit. ...
The First Kiss	Thomas Campbell	1797	English	How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love’s beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there ’s no untying! Yet remember, midst your wooing, Love has bliss, but love has ruing; Other smiles may make you fickle, Tears...
The First Lesson				Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the place Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the...
The First Rose of Summer	Oliver Herford		English	“oh dear! is Summer over?” I heard a rosebud moan, When first her eyes she opened, And found she was alone. “Oh, why did Summer leave me, Little me, belated? Where are the other roses? I think they might have waited.” ...
The First Snow-Fall	James Russell Lowell		English	The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree ...
The First Snow-Fall	James Russell Lowell		English	The Snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree ...
The First Song	Richard Burton		English	A poet writ a song of May That checked his breath awhile; He kept it for a summer day, Then spake with half a smile: “Oh, little song of purity, Of mystic to-and-fro, You are so much a part of me I dare not let you go.” ...
The First Step	Andrew Bice Saxton		English	My little one begins his feet to try, A tottering, feeble, inconsistent way; Pleased with the effort, he forgets his play, And leaves his infant baubles where they lie. Laughing and proud his mother flutters nigh, Turning to go, yet joy-compelled to stay,...
The first We knew of Him was Death —			English	The first We knew of Him was Death — The second — was — Renown — Except the first had justified The second had not been.
The Fisher	Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe	1769	English	From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks THE WATERS purled, the waters swelled,— A fisher sat near by, And earnestly his line beheld With tranquil heart and eye; And while he sits and watches there, He sees the waves divide, And, lo...
The Fisher's Boy	Henry David Thoreau		English	My life is like a stroll upon the beach, As near the ocean’s edge as I can go; My tardy steps its waves sometimes o’erreach, Sometimes I stay to let them overflow. My sole employment is, and scrupulous care, To place my gains beyond the reach of...