The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
More than halfway up the pass Was a spring with a broken drinking glass, And whether the farmer drank or ...
Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on ...
I slumbered with your poems on my breast Spread open as I dropped them half-read through Like dove wings on ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
Over back where they speak of life as staying ('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'), There was an ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
A tree's leaves may be ever so good, So may its bar, so may its wood; But unless you put ...
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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