by Robert Frost Into My OwnMy November GuestGhost House He is happy in society of his choosing. I DWELL in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but…
by Robert Frost Spoils of the DeadThe Demiurge's LaughPan with Us about art (his own); PAN came out of the woods one day,—
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the…
by Robert Frost My November GuestA Late WalkLove and a Question He is in doubt whether to admit real trouble to a place beside the hearth with love. A STRANGER came to the door at eve…
by WilliamBlakeThe LambThe BlossomThe Little Black Boy My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,…
by Robert Frost The Trial by ExistenceThe Tuft of FlowersIn Equal Sacrifice about love; THUS of old the Douglas did:
He left his land as he was bid
With the royal heart of Robert the…
by Robert Frost OctoberReluctanceMy Butterfly There are things that can never be the same. THINE emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
And the daft sun-assaulter, he
That frighted thee…
In the Tennis-CourtAthletic sports were in high favour at Plumfield; and the river where the old punt used to wabble about with a cargo of small boys, or echo to the shrill screams of little…
(Encyclopedia) Sheeler, Charles, 1883–1965, American painter and photographer, b. Philadelphia, studied at the School of Industrial Art there and later at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts…
by Robert Frost In Equal SacrificeSpoils of the DeadThe Tuft of Flowers about fellowship; I WENT to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was…
