Daily Archives: July 19, 2015

Poem -A Time to Talk – Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road  And slows his horse to a meaning walk,  I don’t stand still and look around  On all the hills I haven’t hoed,  And shout from where I am, What is it?  … Continue reading

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Poem – A Soldier – Robert Frost 

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,  That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,  But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.  If we who sight along it round the world,  See nothing worthy to have … Continue reading

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Poem – Lines – John Keats

UNFELT unheard, unseen,  I’ve left my little queen,  Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:  Ah! through their nestling touch,  Who—who could tell how much  There is for madness—cruel, or complying?  Those faery lids how sleek!  Those lips how moist!—they … Continue reading

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