Poems by Robert Frost
The Bonfire
... My dears, my dears, you thought thatwe all thought it ...
The Freedom of the Moon
... I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster, ...
The Gum-Gatherer
... Where the grist of the new-beginning brooks ...
The Last Mowing
... That flowers can't bloom in the shade of ...
The Mountain
... Lunenburg." Then I was wrong: the town of my sojourn, ...
The Self-Seeker
... Spare me. When you come back, I'll have the papers signed ...
The Thatch
... They must brood where they fell in mulch and mire, ...
The Wood-Pile
... Clematis Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle ...
They Were Welcome To Their Belief
... Was a shade less the color of night, ...
A Boundless Moment
... He stood there bringing March against his thought, ...
A Brook in the City
... But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow-crook ...
A Hundred Collars
... "Unless----" Woodsville's a place of shrieks and wandering lamps ...
II. The Pauper Witch of Grafton
... They'll find they've got the whole thing to do over, ...
In the Home Stretch
... Never mind, Its not so bad in the country, settled down, ...
Not To Keep
... And before She could be sure there was no hidden ill ...
