A Girl’s Garden (Robert Frost Poems)
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love, And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove Too subtle: Foole, thou ...
A Planted Life -- diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles -- ...
By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted -- Which blossom in the ...
THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love, And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Who planted the Bajiao tree under my windows? Its shade fills the courtyard; Its shade fills the courtyard... Leaf to ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
The shades of night was fallin' slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev'ry barroom ...
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day- Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons- Spreading ...
I have sown beside all waters in my day. I planted deep, within my heart the fear that wind or ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Taking a nap, feet planted against a cool wall. (Matsuo Basho)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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