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Spoils of the Dead by Robert Frost
TWO fairies it wasOn a still summer dayCame forth in the woodsWith the flowers to play.The flowers they pluckedThey cast…
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Stars by Robert Frost
HOW countlessly they congregateO’er our tumultuous snow,Which flows in shapes as tall as treesWhen wintry winds do blow!—As if with…
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is a favorite Robert Frost poem, published in his Pulitzer prize winning collection,…
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Storm Fear by Robert Frost
WHEN the wind works against us in the dark,And pelts with snowThe lowest chamber window on the east,And whispers with…
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The Ax-helve by Robert Frost
I’VE known ere now an interfering branchOf alder catch my lifted ax behind me.But that was in the woods, to…
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The Black Cottage by Robert Frost
WE chanced in passing by that afternoonTo catch it in a sort of special pictureAmong tar-banded ancient cherry trees,Set well…
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The Bonfire by Robert Frost
OH, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves,As reckless as the best of them to-night,By setting fire to all…
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The Census-taker by Robert Frost
I came an errand one cloud-blowing eveningTo a slab-built, black-paper-covered houseOf one room and one window and one door,The only…
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The Code by Robert Frost
THERE were three in the meadow by the brookGathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay,With an eye always lifted toward…
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The Cow in Apple Time by Robert Frost
Something inspires the only cow of lateTo make no more of a wall than an open gate,And think no more…
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