After Apple Picking (Robert Frost Poems)
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a treeToward heaven still.And there's a barrel that I didn't fillBeside it, and there ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a treeToward heaven still.And there's a barrel that I didn't fillBeside it, and there ...
A dented spider like a snow drop whiteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless ...
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 ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
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 ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
Grief may have thought it was grief. Care may have thought it was care. They were welcome to their belief, ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses ...
As told to a child When we locked up the house at night, We always locked the flowers outside And ...
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 ...
WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale By a misty fen that rang all night, And thus it ...
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 ...
I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the ...
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 ...
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. ...
A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music -- hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
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