A Prayer in Spring, by Robert Frost
OH, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
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Animal Poems
Range-Finding, by Robert Frost
THE battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cu...
The Self-Seeker, by Robert Frost
"WILLIS, I didn't want you here to-day:
The ...
A Servant to Servants, by Robert Frost
I DIDN'T make you know how glad I was
To have ...
Snow, by Robert Frost
THE three stood listening to a fresh access
Of...
The Sound of the Trees, by Robert Frost
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to be...
A Star in a Stone-Boat, by Robert Frost
(For Lincoln MacVeagh) NEVER tell me that not ...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost
WHOSE woods these are I think I know.
His hous...
The Telephone, by Robert Frost
"When I was just as far as I could walk
From h...
A Time to Talk, by Robert Frost
WHEN a friend calls to me from the road
And sl...
To Earthward, by Robert Frost
LOVE at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could...
To E. T., by Robert Frost
I SLUMBERED with your poems on my breast
Sprea...
The Tuft of Flowers, by Robert Frost
I WENT to turn the grass once after one
Who m...
The Valley's Singing Day, by Robert Frost
THE sound of the closing outside door was all.
...
The Vanishing Red, by Robert Frost
HE is said to have been the last Red Man
In Ac...
The Vantage Point, by Robert Frost
IF tired of trees I seek again mankind,
Well...
Waiting, Afield at Dusk, by Robert Frost
WHAT things for dream there are when spectre-li...
Wild Grapes, by Robert Frost
What tree may not the fig be gathered from?
T...
Wind and Window Flower, by Robert Frost
LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the l...
The Wood-Pile, by Robert Frost
OUT walking in the frozen swamp one grey day
I...
Lover's Complaint , by William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A ...
All the World's a Stage , by William Shakespeare
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and w...
Aubade , by William Shakespeare
HARK! Hark! The lark at heaven's gate sings,
...
Bridal Song , by William Shakespeare
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not ro...
Dirge , by William Shakespeare
COME away, come away, death,
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