Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening di Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I k His house is in the village, thoug He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with sn My little horse must think it quee 20
Carpe Diem di Robert Frost Age saw two quiet children Go loving by at twilight, He knew not whether homeward, Or outward from the village, Or (chimes were ringing) churchwar 6
The Pasture di Robert Frost I’m going out to clean the pasture I’ll only stop to rake the leaves (And wait to watch the water clear I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come I’m going out to fetch the little 1 2
"Out, Out—" di Robert Frost The buzz—saw snarled and rattled i And made dust and dropped stove—le Sweet—scented stuff when the breez And from there those that lifted e Five mountain ranges one behind th
A Line-storm Song di Robert Frost The line—storm clouds fly tattered The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones And the hoof—prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for
After Apple-Picking di Robert Frost My long two-pointed ladder’s stick Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’ Beside it, and there may be two or Apples I didn’t pick upon some bo
An Old Man’s Winter Night di Robert Frost All out-of-doors looked darkly in Through the thin frost, almost in That gathers on the pane in empty What kept his eyes from giving bac Was the lamp tilted near them in h
Birches di Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left a Across the lines of straighter dar I like to think some boy’s been sw But swinging doesn’t bend them dow As ice-storms do. Often you must 1
Blueberries di Robert Frost “You ought to have seen what I sa To the village, through Mortenson Blueberries as big as the end of y Real sky-blue, and heavy, and read In the cavernous pail of the first 1
Christmas Trees di Robert Frost The city had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to th When between whirls of snow not co And whirls of foliage not yet laid A stranger to our yard, who looked 1 1
Design di Robert Frost I found a dimpled spider, fat and On a white heal-all, holding up a Like a white piece of rigid satin Assorted characters of death and b Mixed ready to begin the morning r
Directive di Robert Frost Back out of all this now too much Back in a time made simple by the Of detail, burned, dissolved, and Like graveyard marble sculpture in There is a house that is no more a
For Once, Then, Something di Robert Frost Others taunt me with having knelt Always wrong to the light, so neve Deeper down in the well than where Gives me back in a shining surface Me myself in the summer heaven god 1
Mowing di Robert Frost There was never a sound beside the And that was my long scythe whispe What was it it whispered? I knew Perhaps it was something about the Something, perhaps, about the lack
Mending Wall di Robert Frost Something there is that doesn’t lo That sends the frozen—ground—swell And spills the upper boulders in t And makes gaps even two can pass a The work of hunters is another thi 1 4
Going for Water di 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
Home Burial di Robert Frost He saw her from the bottom of the Before she saw him. She was star Looking back over her shoulder at She took a doubtful step and then To raise herself and look again.
To Earthward di Robert Frost Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, 4
The Sound of the Trees di Robert Frost I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? 2
The Road Not Taken di Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow woo And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I c To where it bent in the undergrowt 7 26
The Death of the Hired Man di Robert Frost Mary sat musing on the lamp—flame Waiting for Warren. When she hear She ran on tip—toe down the darken To meet him in the doorway with th And put him on his guard. “Silas
October di Robert Frost O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fal To—morrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; 2
Nothing Gold Can Stay di Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. 8
Song of Myself (1 - 36) di Walt Whitman I celebrate myself, and sing mysel And what I assume you shall assum For every atom belonging to me as I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observ 2 6
A Clear Midnight di Walt Whitman This is thy hour O Soul, thy free Away from books, away from art, th Thee fully forth emerging, silent, lovest best. Night, sleep, and … 6
A Hand-Mirror di Walt Whitman HOLD it up sternly! See this it Outside fair costume—within ashes No more a flashing eye—no more a s Now some slave’s eye, voice, hands A drunkard’s … 1
A Noiseless Patient Spider di Walt Whitman A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promont Mark’d how to explore the vacant v It launch’d forth filament, filame Ever unreeling them, ever tireless
A Sight in Camp di Walt Whitman A Sight in camp in the day—break As from my tent I emerge so early As slow I walk in the cool fresh tent, Three forms I see on stretchers l
A Woman Waits for Me di Walt Whitman A Woman waits for me—she contains Yet all were lacking, if sex were right man were lacking. Sex contains all, Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, 2
Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals di Walt Whitman Ages and ages, returning at interv Undestroy’d, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent or I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden, the West,
As I Ponder'd in Silence di Walt Whitman As I ponder’d in silence, Returning upon my poems, consideri A Phantom arose before me, with d Terrible in beauty, age, and power The genius of poets of old lands, 1 1
A Glimpse di Walt Whitman A Glimpse, through an interstice Of a crowd of workmen and drivers late of a winter night—And I unre Of a youth who loves me, and whom 1
A Leaf for Hand in Hand di Walt Whitman A Leaf for hand in hand! You natural persons old and young! You on the Mississippi, and on al Mississippi! You friendly boatmen and mechanics
A Riddle Song di Walt Whitman That which eludes this verse and a Unheard by sharpest ear, unform’d Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness n And yet the pulse of every heart a … 1
For You O Democracy di Walt Whitman Come, I will make the continent i I will make the most splendid race I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life—long love of comrade 1
Aboard at a Ship’s Helm di Walt Whitman ABOARD, at a ship’s helm, A young steersman, steering with c A bell through fog on a sea-coast An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, r O you give good notice indeed, you 1