The Ax-Helve (Robert Frost Poem)
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on ...
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter, "little prig": Bun replied, You are ...
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred -- The Bushes -- they were Bells -- I could not find ...
The Angle of a Landscape -- That every time I wake -- Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ...
If He were living -- dare I ask -- And how if He be dead -- And so around the ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
Jeremy hit the ball today, over the fence and far away. So very, very far away a neighbor had to ...
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner, pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers and Bustello cans ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A ...
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