A Winter Eden (Robert Frost Poem)
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, ...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
In your mother's apple-orchard, Just a year ago, last spring: Do you remember, Yvonne! The dear trees lavishing Rain of ...
'Twas the apple that in Eden Caused our father's primal fall; And the Trojan War, remember -- 'Twas an apple ...
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten Tell -- this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
Like Brooms of Steel The Snow and Wind Had swept the Winter Street -- The House was hooked The Sun ...
I suppose the time will come Aid it in the coming When the Bird will crowd the Tree And the ...
Forever honored by the Tree Whose Apple Winterworn Enticed to Breakfast from the Sky Two Gabriels Yestermorn. They registered in ...
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the ...
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree -- Provided it do hopeless -- hang -- ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" ...
To J.S.M. The wine they drink in Paradise They make in Haute Lorraine; God brought it burning from the sod ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
Comes the time when it's later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill, and very soon after rings ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
Nature, when she made thee, dear, Begged the treasures of the year. For thy cheeks, all pink and white, Spring ...
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