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 ...
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses ...
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 ...
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 ...
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me ...
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