I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that…
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I…
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me…
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does…
Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and…
Hey Ho to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind…
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour.…
Roll me on your frozen fields Break my bones to watch them heal Drowned me in your thirsty veins Where…
O! Wanderers in the shadowed land despair not! For though dark they stand, all woods there be must end at…
When winter first begins to bite and stones crack in the frosty night, when pools are black and trees are…
