The Exposed Nest (Robert Frost Poem)
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale By a misty fen that rang all night, And thus it ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the ...
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is ...
The west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold, When shoeing home across the ...
As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music -- hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside ...
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the ...
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice ...
There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks ...
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands ...
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of ...
He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the ...
My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; ...
LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. ...
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