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 ...
(Microscopic)A speck that would have been beneath my sightOn any but a paper sheet so whiteSet off across what I ...
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 ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
He halted in the wind, and--what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
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 ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
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 ...
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies ...
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance ...
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of ...
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
It went many years, But at last came a knock, And I though of the door With no lock to ...
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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