The Vanishing Red (Robert Frost Poem)
He is said to have been the last Red man In Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed-- ...
He is said to have been the last Red man In Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed-- ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
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, ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
There's a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
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 ...
I stay; But it isn't as if There wasn't always Hudson's Bay And the fur trade, A small skiff And ...
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder," When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own ...
If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn, To a slope ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
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 ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown ...
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
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