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October by Robert Frost
O HUSHED October morning mild,Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,Should waste them all.The crows…
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“Out, Out––” by Robert Frost
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yardAnd made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze…
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Pan with Us by Robert Frost
PAN came out of the woods one day,—His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,The gray of the…
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Pea Brush by Robert Frost
I walked down alone Sunday after churchTo the place where John has been cutting treesTo see for myself about the…
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Putting in the Seed by Robert Frost
You come to fetch me from my work to-nightWhen supper’s on the table, and we’ll seeIf I can leave off…
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Range-Finding by Robert Frost
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strungAnd cut a flower beside a ground bird’s nestBefore it stained a single human breast.The…
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Reluctance by Robert Frost
OUT through the fields and the woodsAnd over the walls I have wended;I have climbed the hills of viewAnd looked…
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Revelation by Robert Frost
We make ourselves a place apartBehind light words that tease and flout,But oh, the agitated heartTill someone find us really…
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Rose Pogonias by Robert Frost
A SATURATED meadow,Sun-shaped and jewel-small,A circle scarcely widerThan the trees around were tall;Where winds were quite excluded,And the air was…
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Snow by Robert Frost
The three stood listening to a fresh accessOf wind that caught against the house a moment,Gulped snow, and then blew…
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