Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that fo ... [+]
Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that fo ... [+]
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 ... [+]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as ... [+]
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 ... [+]
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 ... [+]
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued ... [+]
From where I lingered in a lull in Marchoutside the sugar-house one night for choice,I called the fireman with a careful voiceAnd bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:‘O fireman, give the fire ... [+]
“When I was just as far as I could walkFrom here to-day,There was an hourAll stillWhen leaning with my head against a flowerI heard you talk.Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say—You spoke ... [+]
The land was ours before we were the land's.She was our land more than a hundred yearsBefore we were her people. She was oursIn Massachusetts, in Virginia,But we were England's, still ... [+]
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,And spills the upper boulders in the sun;And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.The work of hunters is anothe ... [+]
He saw her from the bottom of the stairsBefore she saw him. She was starting down,Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.She took a doubtful step and then undid itTo raise herself and look again ... [+]