Christmas Trees, by Robert Frost
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE city had wit...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE city had wit...
"YOU know Orion always comes up sideways.
Thro...
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among th...
A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you tur...
I "There is a Thornit looks so old,
In truth...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...
My good blade carves the casques of men,
My t...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme
&nbs...
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among th...
A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you tur...
I "There is a Thornit looks so old,
In truth...
i was joining jesus to his cross
using galvani...
The sodden stretches of the months of pregnancy...
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;
...
I. PROEM. This was a sweet white wildwood viol...
There is no winter here!
With joy we hail Octo...
When I sense the balsam fragrance:
Of the hem...
My boyish days are long past now,
Time's sile...
If only 'twere not Christmas Eve,
Nor bright ...
It was a gleaner in the fields--
The fields gl...
With doll in arms to court she came--
A mite o...
'Tis Elfinell--a witch's child,
From holy min...
Ring out, O heartsome Christmas Bells,
Ring ...
O Christ, on this thy natal day,
As oft befo...