Desert Places by Robert Frost
Desert Places by Robert Frost Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going
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Desert Places by Robert Frost Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going
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Read moreAs I ponder’d in silence By Walt Whitman As I ponder’d in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
Read moreDry loaf By Wallace Stevens It is equal to living in a tragic land To live in a tragic time.
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Read moreA Postcard from the Volcano By Wallace Stevens Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once
Read moreThe Trees By Philip Larkin The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax
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Read moreMaturity By Philip Larkin A stationary sense… as, I suppose, I shall have, till my single body grows Inaccurate, tired;
Read moreThe Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che
Read moreThe Waste Land By T. S. Eliot FOR EZRA POUND IL MIGLIOR FABBRO I. The Burial of the Dead April
Read moreThe Second Coming By William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
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Read moreUlysses By Alfred Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Read moreTo Autumn By John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him
Read moreOde to a Nightingale By John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of
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