| First Line of Poem |
Poem Title |
Author |
Lines |
Views |
| F for fig, J for jig, |
Nursery Rhyme. XXXII. Literal |
Unknown |
4 |
7 |
| Fabullus, I will treat you handsomely |
Ad Fabullum. Catul. Lib. I. Ep. 13. |
Richard Lovelace |
28 |
157 |
| Face in the tomb, that lies so still, |
Face In The Tomb That Lies So Still |
Richard Le Gallienne |
31 |
167 |
| Face with the forest eyes, |
Sorcery |
Richard Le Gallienne |
22 |
196 |
| Facing west, from California's shores, |
Facing West From California's Shores |
Walt Whitman |
|
796 |
| Factory windows are always broken. |
Factory Windows are always Broken |
Vachel Lindsay |
12 |
183 |
| Facts respecting an old arm-chair. |
Parson Turell's Legacy Or, The President's Old Arm-Chair - A Mathematical Story |
Oliver Wendell Holmes |
162 |
183 |
| Fade off the ridges, rosy light, |
Fragment III - Years After |
Victor James Daley |
132 |
789 |
| Faded and pale their beauty, vanished their early bloom, |
On Some Rose Leaves Brought From The Vale Of Cashmere. |
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon |
24 |
134 |
| Failing impartial measure to dispense |
A Plea For Authors, May 1838 |
William Wordsworth |
|
401 |
| Failing sometimes to understand |
Topiary |
Aldous Leonard Huxley |
15 |
230 |
| Fain had I to-day surprised my mistress, |
The Visit. |
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
55 |
202 |
| Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, |
Her Legs. |
Robert Herrick |
2 |
165 |
| Fain would I shake thee off, but weak am I |
Indolence |
Robert Fuller Murray |
14 |
96 |
| Fain would I speak--too long has silence seal'd |
To Laura In Death. Canzone IV. |
Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) |
113 |
94 |
| Fain would I wish what my heart cannot will: |
Heart-Coldness. |
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni |
14 |
135 |
| Fain would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing, |
In Imitation Of Cowley : The Garden |
Alexander Pope |
|
856 |
| Faint amorist, what, dost thou think |
Wooing-Stuff |
Philip Sidney (Sir) |
28 |
75 |
| Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies |
Demeter And Persephone |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
687 |
| Faint gleams the evening radiance thro' the sky, |
To Contemplation. |
Robert Southey |
72 |
66 |
| Faint grew the yellow buds of light |
Om |
George William Russell |
20 |
91 |
| Faint with love, the Lady of the South |
Fragment: The Lady Of The South. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
5 |
81 |
| Faint-gazing on the burning orb of day, |
The Dying Slave |
William Lisle Bowles |
68 |
366 |
| Faintly as tolls the evening chime |
A Canadian Boat Song. |
Thomas Moore |
18 |
155 |
| Fair and foul days trip cross and pile; the fair |
Cross And Pile. |
Robert Herrick |
2 |
175 |
| Fair as a summer dream was Margaret, |
A Legend Of Brittany |
James Russell Lowell |
648 |
161 |
| Fair as a wreath of fresh spring flowers, a band of maidens lay |
The Choice Of Sweet Shy Clare. |
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon |
40 |
146 |
| Fair as some sea-child, in her coral bower, |
To Isabel |
George W. Sands |
80 |
96 |
| Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light, |
The Lady Of The Lake: Canto V. - The Combat |
Walter Scott (Sir) |
898 |
453 |
| Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light, |
The Lady Of The Lake - Canto Fifth. |
Walter Scott (Sir) |
932 |
91 |
| Fair bride, attended by our blessing, |
Nuptial Ode. [60] |
Friedrich Schiller |
30 |
84 |
| Fair Brussels, thou art far behind, |
The Field Of Waterloo |
Walter Scott (Sir) |
552 |
446 |
| Fair charmer, cease! nor make your voice's prize, |
Imitations Of English Poets. Waller: Of A Lady Singing To Her Lute. |
Alexander Pope |
28 |
344 |
| Fair Daffodils, we weep to see |
To Daffodils |
Robert Herrick |
|
363 |
| Fair Ellayne she walk'd by Welland river, |
Welland River |
William Morris |
88 |
97 |
| Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate |
Ellen Irwin |
William Wordsworth |
|
354 |
| Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate |
The Braes Of Kirtle Or Ellen Irwin |
William Wordsworth |
|
297 |
| Fair Empress of the Poet's soul, |
To A Lady, With A Present Of A Pair Of Drinking-Glasses. |
Robert Burns |
12 |
255 |
| Fair Eve, as fair and still |
Fair Eve |
John Frederick Freeman |
32 |
219 |
| Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, |
To A Haggis |
Robert Burns |
48 |
241 |
| Fair faces crowd on Christmas night |
A Portrait |
Gilbert Keith Chesterton |
20 |
326 |
| Fair flower! that fall'n beneath the angry blast, |
Sonnet To----, On Her Recovery From Illness. |
Thomas Gent |
14 |
200 |
| Fair flower! that fall'n beneath the angry blast, |
Sonnet. To ............ On Her Recovery From Illness. |
Thomas Gent |
14 |
203 |
| Fair Freedom's ship, too long adrift - |
A Song Of Republics |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
72 |
23 |
| Fair Happiness, I've courted thee, |
Happiness. |
Thomas Frederick Young |
52 |
17 |
| Fair Harvard, dear guide of our youth's golden days; |
Harvard Odes. |
Horatio Alger, Jr. |
96 |
444 |
| Fair insect! that, with threadlike legs spread out, |
To A Musquito. |
William Cullen Bryant |
72 |
317 |
| Fair is her cottage in its place, |
Requiescat |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
638 |
| Fair is our lot, O goodly is our heritage! |
A Song Of The English |
Rudyard Kipling |
|
599 |
| Fair is the castle up on the hill |
Lullaby; By The Sea |
Eugene Field |
30 |
288 |
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