Nothing Gold Can Stay (Robert Frost Poem)
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. ...
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. ...
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me ...
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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