Our Singing Strength (Robert Frost Poem)
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
The green grass is growing, The morning wind is in it, 'Tis a tune worth the knowing, Though it change ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- What, when the Rose is ripe -- What when the Eggs ...
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady's name In Silver Chronicle. (Emily Dickinson)
The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances -- His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport's Working Classes -- He ...
The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried -- few -- express Reports When March is scarcely ...
So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate -- Would a Smile's minute bestowing Too exorbitant To the Lady With the ...
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She flattens -- then she crawls -- She runs without the look ...
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at ...
Quite empty, quite at rest, The Robin locks her Nest, and tries her Wings. She does not know a Route ...
Pink -- small -- and punctual -- Aromatic -- low -- Covert -- in April -- Candid -- in May ...
On the World you colored Morning painted rose -- Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards ...
Make me a picture of the sun -- So I can hang it in my room -- And make believe ...
Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself -- At first -- a scant nutrition -- An insufficient Loaf -- But ...
Come show thy Durham Breast To her who loves thee best, Delicious Robin -- And if it be not me ...
I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes -- Each -- with a Robin's ...
Dust is the only Secret -- Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his "native town." ...
Her -- "last Poems" -- Poets -- ended -- Silver -- perished -- with her Tongue -- Not on Record ...
I had a guinea golden -- I lost it in the sand -- And tho' the sum was simple And ...
Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing -- The spring decoys. And as the summer nears ...
If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
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