Pea Brush (Robert Frost Poem)
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to ruin a piano with his fingers . . . ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
"God said I am tired of kings." -- EMERSON God said, "I am tired of kings,"-- But that was a ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'? Ef ...
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
The first Day's Night had come -- And grateful that a thing So terrible -- had been endured -- I ...
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, Then, I am ready to go! Just a look at the Horses ...
Sang from the Heart, Sire, Dipped my Beak in it, If the Tune drip too much Have a tint too ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts ...
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it ...
Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack, But I wander like a minstrel with a ...
Know you fair, on what you look; Divinest love lies in this book, Expecting fire from your eyes, To kindle ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
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