Birches, by Robert Frost
WHEN I see birches bend to left and right
Acro...
WHEN I see birches bend to left and right
Acro...
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs...
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the ...
1 Now is done thy long day's work;
Fold thy...
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine...
A storm was coming, but the winds were still, ...
'T WAS later when the summer went
Than when th...
What a pretty tale you told me
Once upon a tim...
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to f...
A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind whi...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
M...
BLACK in the fog and in the snow,
Where the g...
LAST night the cricket sang when all was still....
You would be naked on the wet and pink heather,...
The warm, long day is ended,
The cooler nigh...
The Captain of the Neversweats was rooted in hi...
In the warm hush of the autumnal night
I list ...
Under a tree
near the cement shore of a man-ma...
I. The Bank “ It goes in ninety seconds!...
Fear not, beautiful lady,
That I shall ravis...
Mother, a Phi Beta Kappa,
who graduated seco...
When the Summer moonlight evening, weird, fan...
The Tale of a Gunner at the Battle of Plattsbur...
Suggested by a notice of Sir Douglas Forsyth's ...