The Cocoon (Robert Frost Poem)
As far as I can see this autumn haze That spreading in the evening air both way, Makes the new ...
As far as I can see this autumn haze That spreading in the evening air both way, Makes the new ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit'ring hinds Lurke here ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
With Pinions of Disdain The soul can farther fly Than any feather specified in Ornithology -- It wafts this sordid ...
The Symptom of the Gale -- The Second of Dismay -- Between its Rumor and its Face -- Is almost ...
Down Time's quaint stream Without an oar We are enforced to sail Our Port a secret Our Perchance a Gale ...
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tune without the words ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one comes ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,-- Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed May all its ag?d boughs ...
The first seen in the season Nitens et roboris expers Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat. - Ovid, Metam. ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
"Every time we get a big gale around here some people just refuse to batten down." we estimate that ice ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The sea runs back against itself With scarcely time for breaking wave To cannonade a slatey shelf And thunder under ...
When melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the stadium are trembly ...
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