The Mountain (Robert Frost Poem)
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
As I went down the hill along the wall There was a gate I had leaned at for the view ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
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 west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold, When shoeing home across the ...
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the ...
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
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