In a Poem by Robert Frost The sentencing goes blithely on it And takes the playfully objected r As surely as it takes the stroke a In having its undeviable say. 1
A Passing Glimpse by Robert Frost To Ridgely Torrence On Last Looking into His 'Hesper I often see flowers from a passing That are gone before I can tell w I want to get out of the train and
The Silken Tent by Robert Frost She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer br Has dried the dew and all its rope So that in guys it gently sways at And its supporting central cedar p
The Hill Wife by Robert Frost Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the birds come round the To seem to say good—bye;
The Code by Robert Frost There were three in the meadow by Gathering up windrows, piling cock With an eye always lifted toward t Where an irregular sun—bordered cl Darkly advanced with a perpetual d
Going for Water by Robert Frost The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran; Not loth to have excuse to go, 2
New Hampshire by Robert Frost I met a lady from the South who s (You won’t believe she said it, bu ‘None of my family ever worked, or A thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose Much matters. You may work for al
The Gift Outright by Robert Frost The land was ours before we were t She was our land more than a hundr Before we were her people. She wa In Massachusetts, in Virginia, But we were England’s, still colo
Hannibal by Robert Frost Was there even a cause too lost, Ever a cause that was lost too lon Or that showed with the lapse of t For the generous tears of youth an
The Onset by Robert Frost ALWAYS the same, when on a fate At last the gathered snow lets dow As may be in dark woods, and with It shall not make again all winter Of hissing on the yet uncovered gr