Category Archives: Frost Robert

In Neglect by Robert Frost

Posted on October 2, 2017 by Russell Boyle

They leave us so to the way we took, As two in whom they were proved mistaken, That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook, With mischievous, vagrant, seraphic look, And try if we cannot feel forsaken. Robert Frost 1874–1963

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Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

Posted on June 19, 2015 by Russell Boyle

Nature’s first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. … Continue reading →

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Reluctance by Robert Frost

Posted on May 31, 2015 by Russell Boyle

Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. … Continue reading →

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Desert Places by Robert Frost

Posted on June 26, 2014 by Russell Boyle

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it–it is theirs. … Continue reading →

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Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost

Posted on June 26, 2014 by Russell Boyle

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his … Continue reading →

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Boeotian by Robert Frost

Posted on April 23, 2014 by Russell Boyle

I love to toy with the Platonic notion That wisdom need not be of Athens Attic, But well may be Laconic, even Boeotian. At least I will not have it systematic. Robert Frost 1874-1963

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Blueberries by Robert Frost

Posted on October 10, 2013 by Russell Boyle

“You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson’s pasture to-day: Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb, Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum In the cavernous pail of … Continue reading →

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The Impulse by Robert Frost

Posted on August 21, 2013 by Russell Boyle

It was too lonely for her there, And too wild, And since there were but two of them, And no child, And work was little in the house, She was free, And followed where he furrowed field, Or felled tree. … Continue reading →

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The Tuft of Flowers by Robert Frost

Posted on July 16, 2013 by Russell Boyle

I went to turn the grass once after oneWho mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keenBefore I came to view the levelled scene. I looked for him behind an … Continue reading →

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Russell Boyle

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without … Continue reading →

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