The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
He halted in the wind, and--what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
To think to know the country and now know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million ...
Here come the line-gang pioneering by, They throw a forest down less cut than broken. They plant dead trees for ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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