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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

The Oven Bird

The Oven Bird
There is a singer eveyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says t…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one a…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

The Lockless Door

The Lockless Door
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.
I blew out the light,

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

The Hill Wife

The Hill Wife
It was too lonely for her there,
And too wild,
And since there were but two of them,
And no child.
And work was little in t…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

The Gift Outright

The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

The Exposed Nest

The Exposed Nest
You were forever finding some new play.
So when I saw you down on hands and knees
I the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay,
Tryin…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

The Bear

The Bear
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her
And draws it down as if it were a lover
And its chokecherries lips to kiss good-by,
Th…

519
Robert Frost
Robert Frost

The Death of the Hired Man

The Death of the Hired Man
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,
She ran on tip-toe down the darken…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Stars

Stars
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

The Aim Was Song

The Aim Was Song
Before man to blow to right
The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
In any rough place where it ca…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Rose Pogonias

Rose Pogonias
A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were q…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Reluctance

Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have
climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Plowmen

Plowmen
A plow, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, no --
Unless in bitterness to mock
At having cultivated rock.

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Putting In The Seed

Putting In The Seed
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Sof…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

One Step Backward Taken

One Step Backward Taken
Not only sands and gravels
Were once more on their travels,
But gulping muddy gallons
Great boulders off their balance

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Out, out--

Out, out--
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew a…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations

On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Nort…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

October

October
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind,
if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest cal…

435
Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf su…

390
Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same

Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same
He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the d…

510
Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Mowing

Mowing
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I knew not well m…

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

My November Guest

My November Guest
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the…

537
Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Meeting And Passing

Meeting And Passing
As I went down the hill along the wall
There was a gate I had leaned at for the view
And had just turned from when I first saw you

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Leaves Compared with Flowers

Leaves Compared with Flowers
A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root

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