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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Fisherman's Hymn	Alexander Wilson		English	The osprey sails above the sound, The geese are gone, the gulls are flying; The herring shoals swarm thick around, The nets are launched, the boats are plying; Yo ho, my hearts! let ’s seek the deep, Raise high the song, and cheerily wish her...
The Flag Goes By	Henry Holcomb Bennett		English	Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off...
The Flag goes by	Henry Holcomb Bennett		English	Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off...
The Flake the Wind exasperate				The Flake the Wind exasperate More eloquently lie Than if escorted to its Down By Arm of Chivalry.
The Flea			English	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, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be. Thou know'st that this cannot be said A sin, nor...
The Flight from the Convent	Theodore Tilton		English	I see the star-lights quiver, Like jewels in the river; The bank is hid with sedge; What if I slip the edge? I thought I knew the way By night as well as day: But how a lover goes astray! The place is somewhat lonely—...
The Flight into Egypt	Francis Sylvester Mahony		English	A Ballad THERE ’s a legend that ’s told of a gypsy who dwelt In the lands where the pyramids be; And her robe was embroidered with stars, and her belt With devices right wondrous to see; And she lived in the days when our Lord was a child On...
The Flight of the Arrow	Richard Henry Stoddard		English	The life of man Is an arrow’s flight, Out of darkness Into light, And out of light Into darkness again; Perhaps to pleasure, Perhaps to pain! There must be Something, Above, or below; Somewhere unseen...
The Flight of the Geese	Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts		English	I Hear the low wind wash the softening snow, The low tide loiter down the shore. The night, Full filled with April forecast hath no light. The salt wave on the sedge-flat pulses slow. Through the hid furrows lisp in murmurous flow The thaw’s shy ministers...
The Flight of the Heart	Dora Read Goodale		English	The Heart soars up like a bird From a nest of care; Up, up to a larger sky, To a softer air. No eye can measure its flight And no hand can tame; It mounts in beauty and light, In music and flame. Of all the changes of Time...
The Flight of the War-Eagle - C. Auringer	O		English	The eagle of the armies of the West, Dying upon his alp, near to the sky, Through the slow days that paled the imperial eye, But could not tame the proud fire of his breast,— Gone with the mighty pathos! Only rest Remains where passed that struggle stern...
The Flight of the Wild Geese			English
The Flight of Youth	Richard Henry Stoddard		English	There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again. We are stronger, and are better, Under manhood’s sterner reign: ...
The Flight of Youth	Richard Henry Stoddard		English	There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain, But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again. We are stronger, and are better, Under manhood’s sterner reign; ...
The Flitting of the Fairies	Jane Barlow	1877	English	From “The End of Elfintown” * * * * *FOR this holds true—too true, alas! The sky that eve was clear as glass, Yet no man saw the Faeries pass Where azure pathways glisten; And true it is—too true, ay me— That...
The Flood of Years	William Cullen Bryant	1814	English	A mighty Hand, from an exhaustless Urn, Pours forth the never-ending Flood of Years, Among the nations. How the rushing waves Bear all before them! On their foremost edge, And there alone, is Life. The Present there Tosses and foams, and fills the air with...
The Flower	George Herbert	1613	English	HOW fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! even as the flowers in spring; To which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there...
The Flower must not blame the Bee —			English	The Flower must not blame the Bee — That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door — But teach the Footman from Vevay — Mistress is "not at home" — to say — To people — any more!
The Flown Soul	George Parsons Lathrop		English	Come not again! I dwell with you Above the realm of frost and dew, Of pain and fire, and growth to death. I dwell with you where never breath Is drawn, but fragrance vital flows From life to life, even as a rose Unseen pours sweetness through each...
The Flute	Joseph Russell Taylor		English	PUFFED up with luring to her knees The rabbits from the blackberries, Quaint little satyrs, and shy and mute, That limped reluctant to the flute, She needs must seek the forest’s womb And pipe up tigers from green gloom. Grouped round...