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 ...
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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