1) 6. Stars. Frost, Robert. 1915. A Boy s Will ...HOW countlessly they congregate O er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow! As if with keenness for our fate, 5 Our... 2) 8. Blueberries. Frost, Robert. 1915. North of Boston ...And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen! I don t know what part of the pasture you mean. You know where they cut off the woodslet me see It was two years... 3) 27. Snow. Frost, Robert. 1920. Mountain Interval ...And show you how it s piling up against you. You see the snow-white through the white of frost? Ask Helen how far up the sash it s climbed 175 Since last we read... 4) 30. October. Frost, Robert. 1915. A Boy s Will ...Slow, slow! For the grapes sake, if they were all, Whose leaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost 20 For the grapes sake along... 5) 11. Plowmen. Frost, Robert. Miscellaneous Poems to 1920 ...I HEAR men say to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, though Unless in bitterness to mock At having cultivated rock.... 6) 13. To E.T. Frost, Robert. Miscellaneous Poems to 1920 ...Who died a soldier-poet of your race. I meant, you meant, that nothing should remain Unsaid between us, brother, and this remained 10 And one thing more that was... 7) 5. Fragmentary Blue. Frost, Robert. Miscellaneous Poems to 1920 ...When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet) 5 Though some savants make earth include the sky; And blue so far... 8) 2. Ghost House. Frost, Robert. 1915. A Boy s Will ...And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. 5 O er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field; The orchard tree has grown one... 9) 5. A Late Walk. Frost, Robert. 1915. A Boy s Will ...Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, 5 The whir of sober birds Up from the tangle of withered weeds Is sadder than any words. A tree... 10) 7. Storm Fear. Frost, Robert. 1915. A Boy s Will ...WHEN the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, And whispers with a sort of stifled bark, The beast, 5 Come... |