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Showing posts with label landscape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label landscape. Show all posts
Saturday, November 13, 2010
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Friday, May 1, 2009
Winter
| Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | |
| by Robert Frost (1923) |
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 a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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