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A Soldier
A Soldier Poem by Robert Frost
A Late Walk
A Late Walk Poem by Robert Frost
Acquainted With The Night
Acquainted With The Night Poem by Robert Frost
A Question
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
Robert Frost
Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice Poem by Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would...
The Road Not Taken
The Road Not Taken Poem by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having...
A Coffin is a Small Domain
A Coffin—is A Small Domain Poem by Emily Dickinson A Coffin—is a small Domain,Yet able to containA Citizen of ParadiseIn it diminished Plane.A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—Yet ampler than the Sun—And all the Seas He populatesAnd Lands He looks uponTo Him who on its...
Heaven Has Different Signs & Mdash; to me
"Heaven" Has Different Signs & Mdash; To Me Poem by Emily Dickinson "Heaven" has different Signs—to me—Sometimes, I think that NoonIs but a symbol of the Place—And when again, at Dawn,A mighty look runs round the WorldAnd settles in the Hills—An Awe if it should...
Because I Could Not Stop For Death
Because I Could Not Stop For Death Poem by Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Death-He kindly stopped for me-The Carriage held but just Ourselves-And Immortality.We slowly drove- He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His...
Heaven is What I Cannot Reach
"Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! Poem by Emily Dickinson "Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!The Apple on the Tree—Provided it do hopeless—hang—That—"Heaven" is—to Me!The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—The interdicted Land—Behind the Hill—the House behind—There—Paradise—is...
A Bird Came Down
A Bird Came Down Poem by Emily Dickinson A bird came down the walk:He did not know I saw;He bit an angle-worm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw.And then he drank a dewFrom a convenient grass,And then hopped sidewise to the wallTo let a beetle pass.He glanced with rapid...
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