New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
When I came forth this morn I saw Quite twenty cloudlets in the air; And then I saw a flock ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
Limber-limbed, lazy god, stretched on the rock, Where is sweet Echo, and where is your flock? What are you making ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
I'll tell you how the Sun rose -- A Ribbon at a time -- The Steeples swam in Amethyst -- ...
It is amazing, while I lay in bed, I had the lines roaring through my head like locusts on the ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
To the tune of "Like a Dream" I always remember the sunset over the pavilion by the river, so tipsy ...
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier ...
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
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