The Last Mowing (Robert Frost Poem)
There's a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: ...
There's a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
Lord of my heart's elation, Spirit of things unseen, Be thou my aspiration Consuming and serene! Bear up, bear out, ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The Barrister's Dream They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of ...
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air, Eddying, dizzying, ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for ...
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