The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I ...
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering tick And then another tick. ...
WHEN the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
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 ...
It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry There is more unmixed ...
A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ...
Blood has been harder to dam back than water. Just when we think we have it impounded safe Behind new ...
Over back where they speak of life as staying ('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'), There was an ...
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived ...
COME with rain. O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; make the ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is ...
We make ourselves a place apart Behind light words that tease and flout, But oh, the agitated hear Till someone ...
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, ...
Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown ...
Here further up the mountain slope Than there was every any hope, My father built, enclosed a spring, Strung chains ...
The west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold, When shoeing home across the ...
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