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A Peck Of Gold: Robert Frost

Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold. All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like god in the sunset … Continue reading

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Birches: Robert Frost

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay As ice-storms do. Often you must have … Continue reading

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Our Hold On The Planet: Robert Frost

We asked for rain. It didn’t flash and roar. It didn’t lose its temper at our demand And blow a gale. It didn’t misunderstand And give us more than our spokesman bargained for; And just because we owned to a … Continue reading

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A Prayer In Spring: Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, … Continue reading

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