In white: Frost’s Early Version of Design (Robert Frost Poems)
A dented spider like a snow drop whiteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless ...
A dented spider like a snow drop whiteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
There's a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: ...
As told to a child When we locked up the house at night, We always locked the flowers outside And ...
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, ...
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 ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on ...
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 ...
The rain to the wind said, 'You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
A tree's leaves may be ever so good, So may its bar, so may its wood; But unless you put ...
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. ...
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, ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
A SATURATED meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider Than the trees around were tall; Where winds were quite ...
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of ...
OH, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain ...
The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown ...
'When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When ...
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