Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (Robert Frost Poem)
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me ...
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her -- Some Disease had vext 'Twas with Text and Village Singing I ...
The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still No Hue of Afternoon -- Upon the Village I perceived From House ...
One dignity delays for all -- One mitred Afternoon -- None can avoid this purple -- None evade this Crown! ...
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door -- Red -- is the Fire's ...
Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell! Cheerful ...
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand -- Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The ...
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell -- If you would like to borrow, Until ...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -- No Message, but a Sigh -- For Whom, the Time did not ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
There is a morn by men unseen -- Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May -- And all ...
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go -- The Crocus -- til she rises The Vassal of ...
I often passed the village When going home from school -- And wondered what they did there -- And why ...
Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro' the village -- Sauntered ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter o'er their songs in fear, And, climb we e'er ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
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