The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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 ...
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 ...
"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 ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
As told to a child When we locked up the house at night, We always locked the flowers outside And ...
As I went down the hill along the wall There was a gate I had leaned at for the view ...
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
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 let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
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 ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
Was there even a cause too lost, Ever a cause that was lost too long, Or that showed with the ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But ...
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand ...
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