A Brook in the City (Robert Frost Poem)
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the ...
If heaven were to do again, And on the pasture bars, I leaned to line the figures in Between the ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
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