Place for a Third (Robert Frost Poem)
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived ...
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of ...
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
OH, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; ...
A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in ...
LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
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