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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Pan With Us

Pan came out of the woods one day,—His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray of the moss of walls were they,—  And stood in the sun and looked his fill   At wooded valley and wooded hill.

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Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, by John William Waterhouse
One Or Two: Carpe Diem

Age saw two quiet children Go loving by at twilight, He knew not whether homeward, Or outward from the village, Or (chimes were ringing) churchwar…
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David and Abishag, by Pedro Américo
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Taken Doubly: A Lone Striker

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The Self-Seeker

“Willis, I didn’t want you here t… The lawyer’s coming for the compan… I’m going to sell my soul, or, rat… Five hundred dollars for the pair,… “With you the feet have nearly bee…
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Taken Doubly: The White-Tailed Hornet

The white-tailed hornet lives in a… That floats against the ceiling of… The exit he comes out at like a bu… Is like the pupil of a pointed gun… And having power to change his aim…
Ten Mills: The Hardship of Accounting

Never ask of money spent Where the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent.
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