Potential Titles: Robert Frost

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Goes down burning into the gulf below - Robert Frost "Acceptance"

Overtaken too far from its nest - Robert Frost "Acceptance"

Acquainted with the night - Robert Frost "Acquainted with the Night"

One luminary clock against the sky - Robert Frost "Acquainted with the Night"

Cannot rub the strangeness from my sight - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

And I let it fall and break - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

What form my dreaming was about to take - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

Every fleck of russet showing clear - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

The great harvest I myself desired - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

What will trouble this sleep of mine - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

The wind once blew itself untaught - Robert Frost "The Aim Was Song"

In any rough place where it caught - Robert Frost "The Aim Was Song"

Will not stop for gratitude - Robert Frost "America Is Hard to See"

With doors that none but the wind ever closes - Robert Frost "Asking for Roses"

Join hands in the dew coming coldly - Robert Frost "Asking for Roses"

And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses - Robert Frost "Asking for Roses"

Grants us by silence the boon of her roses - Robert Frost "Asking for Roses"

With what I learn from having died - Robert Frost "Away!"

May no fate willfully misunderstand me - Robert Frost "Birches"

On charcoal they fatten their fruit - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

The blue's but a mist from the breath of the wind - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

A tarnish that goes at the touch of a hand - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

Not forcing her hand with harrow and plow - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

Two kinds of jewels, a vision for thieves - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

Now from having ridden out desire - Robert Frost "Blue-Butterfly Day"

Thought has a pair of dauntless wings - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Thought has shaken his ankles free - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Cleaves the interstellar gloom - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Sits in Sirius' disc all night - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Smell of burning on every plume - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Down dark converging paths between the pines - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Sweeping round it with a flaming sword - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Bring on a wind to blow in earnest from some quarter - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

And my flame made a pinnacle to heaven - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Walked so light on air in heavy shoes - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

If you can comfort me by any answer - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Bowed with grace to natural law - Robert Frost "Brown's Descent, or the Willy-Nilly Slide"

The reassurance of recall - Robert Frost "A Concept Self-Conceived"

To make no more of a wall than an open gate - Robert Frost "The Cow in Apple Time"

Scorns a pasture withering to the root - Robert Frost "The Cow in Apple Time"

So now and never any different - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Among the harp-like morning-glory strings - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Taut with dew from garden bed to eaves - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Depends on what you mean by home - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

When you have to go there, they have to take you in - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

If that small sailing cloud will hit or miss the moon - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Assorted characters of death and blight - Robert Frost "Design"

The ingredients of a witches' broth - Robert Frost "Design"

If design govern in a thing so small - Robert Frost "Design"

What but design of darkness to appall - Robert Frost "Design"

Lost the savor of your salt - Robert Frost "Does No One at All Ever Feel This Way in the Least?"

Swallowed up in leaves that blew away - Robert Frost "A Dream Pang"

Too far in his footsteps stray - Robert Frost "A Dream Pang"

The dust of snow from a hemlock tree - Robert Frost "Dust of Snow"

Saved some part of a day I had rued - Robert Frost "Dust of Snow"

And the sun by its own power seems to be undone - Robert Frost "An Encounter"

Sometimes I wander out of beaten ways - Robert Frost "An Encounter"

And too much world at once - Robert Frost "The Exposed Nest"

Gave them back their shade - Robert Frost "The Exposed Nest"

From what I've tasted of desire - Robert Frost "Fire and Ice"

I hold with those who favor fire - Robert Frost "Fire and Ice"

To know that for destruction ice is also great - Robert Frost "Fire and Ice"

Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming - Robert Frost "Flower-Gathering"

And not a question for the faded flowers - Robert Frost "Flower-Gathering"

Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs - Robert Frost "For Once, Then, Something"

Gives our wish for blue a whet - Robert Frost "Fragmentary Blue"


Make earth include the sky - Robert Frost "Fragmentary Blue"

Where the harvest shall stop - Robert Frost "Gathering Leaves"

To stand together on the crater's verge - Robert Frost "The Generations of Men"

Under the shelter of the family tree - Robert Frost "The Generations of Men"

Once more before we meet elsewhere - Robert Frost "The Generations of Men"

Left no trace but the cellar walls - Robert Frost "Ghost House"

On that disused and forgotten road - Robert Frost "Ghost House"

The well was dry beside the door - Robert Frost "Going for Water"

Up to their shining eyes in snow - Robert Frost "Good Hours"

Visions of half the world burned black - Robert Frost "The Gum-Gatherer"

And the sun shrunken yellow in smoke - Robert Frost "The Gum-Gatherer"

A little bird before the mystery of glass - Robert Frost "The Hill Wife"

Let me into your grief - Robert Frost "Home Burial"

Forgive me not answering your knock - Robert Frost "The Housekeeper"

Getting too old for my size - Robert Frost "The Housekeeper"

Another feast of recognition - Robert Frost "How Hard It Is to Keep from Being King When It's in You and in the Situation"

Our brook's run out of song and speed - Robert Frost "Hyla Brook"

Ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow - Robert Frost "Hyla Brook"

Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent - Robert Frost "Hyla Brook"

By tying together its hands of gold - Robert Frost "I Will Sing You One-O"

Such few people as winds might rouse - Robert Frost "I Will Sing You One-O"

The sigmas and taus of constellations - Robert Frost "I Will Sing You One-O"

The cosmic motes of yawning lenses - Robert Frost "I Will Sing You One-O"

Came singly unto her place - Robert Frost "In a Vale"

For one more battle passage yet - Robert Frost "In Equal Sacrifice"

Give a heart to the hopeless fight - Robert Frost "In Equal Sacrifice"

Leave us so to the way we took - Robert Frost "In Neglect"

Stretched away unto the edge of doom - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

Fearless of ever finding open land - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

Where the slow wheel pours the sand - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

Set forth upon my track to overtake me - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

Only more sure of all I thought was true - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

And the smell of fire drowned in rain - Robert Frost "The Kitchen Chimney"

Serve to remind me of castles I used to build in air - Robert Frost "The Kitchen Chimney"

Out of sorts with Fate - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Off these sands of Time - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

And some other folly - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Risking spirit in substantiation - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Have no hallowing fears - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Earth is still our fate - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

A pass at the infinite - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Too new to mention - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Up from the tangle of withered weeds - Robert Frost "A Late Walk"

String an instrument against the sky - Robert Frost "The Line-Gang"

An oath of towns that set the wild at naught - Robert Frost "The Line-Gang"

The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee - Robert Frost "A Line-storm Song"

Come over the hills and far with me - Robert Frost "A Line-storm Song"

Some wild, easily shattered rose - Robert Frost "A Line-storm Song"

We always locked the flowers outside - Robert Frost "Locked Out"

Something there is that doesn't love a wall - Robert Frost "Mending Wall"

We keep the wall between us as we go - Robert Frost "Mending Wall"

We have to use a spell to make them balance - Robert Frost "Mending Wall"

Ask to know what I was walling in - Robert Frost "Mending Wall"

My long scythe whispering to the ground - Robert Frost "Mowing"

The sweetest dream that labor knows - Robert Frost "Mowing"

For the pleasure of the wind - Robert Frost "My Butterfly"

The love of bare November days - Robert Frost "My November Guest"

To know the love of bare November days - Robert Frost "My November Guest"

That would have joined the house in flame - Robert Frost "The Need of Being Versed in Country Things"

For them the lilac renewed its leaf - Robert Frost "The Need of Being Versed in Country Things"

Her hardest hue to hold - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Her early leaf's a flower - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Leaf subsides to leaf - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

So Eden sank to grief - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

So dawn goes down to day - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Nothing gold can stay - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Close the windows and not hear the wind - Robert Frost "Now Close the Windows"

Hearts not averse to being beguiled - Robert Frost "October"

Release one leaf at break of day - Robert Frost "October"

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost - Robert Frost "October"

As measured against maple, birch, and oak - Robert Frost "The Onset"

The road alone maintained itself in mud - Robert Frost "Our Singing Strength"

To suffer the same driven nightmare over - Robert Frost "Our Singing Strength"

And sing the wildflowers up from root and seed - Robert Frost "Our Singing Strength"

Those that lifted eyes could count - Robert Frost "Out, Out--"

When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers - Robert Frost "The Oven-Bird"

On sunny days a moment overcast - Robert Frost "The Oven-Bird"

Who see so little they tell no tales - Robert Frost "Pan with Us"

The whimper of hawks beside the sun - Robert Frost "Pan with Us"

To stir the fruited bough of the juniper - Robert Frost "Pan with Us"

And wait to watch the water clear - Robert Frost "The Pasture"

An inheritance of restless dreams - Robert Frost "Pod of the Milkweed"

The uncertain harvest - Robert Frost "A Prayer in Spring"

So far away as the uncertain harvest - Robert Frost "A Prayer in Spring"

The swarm dilating round the perfect trees - Robert Frost "A Prayer in Spring"

To sanctify what far ends He will - Robert Frost "A Prayer in Spring"

A springtime passion for the earth - Robert Frost "Putting in the Seed"

Just as the soil tarnishes with weed - Robert Frost "Putting in the Seed"

Learned from the forbidden fruit - Robert Frost "Quandry"

We make ourselves a place apart - Robert Frost "Revelation"

Behind light words that tease and flout - Robert Frost "Revelation"

To inspire the understanding of a friend - Robert Frost "Revelation"

From babes that play at hide-and-seek - Robert Frost "Revelation"

All who hide too well away must speak - Robert Frost "Revelation"

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood - Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

And sorry I could not travel both - Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

And having perhaps the better claim - Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

In leaves no step had trodden black - Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

There we bowed us in the burning - Robert Frost "Rose Pogonias"

Obtain such grace of hours - Robert Frost "Rose Pogonias"

With the breath of many flowers - Robert Frost "Rose Pogonias"

Listening to a fresh access of wind - Robert Frost "Snow"

Hated and hate the spoils of the dead - Robert Frost "Spoils of the Dead"

A place of rest invisible at dawn - Robert Frost "Stars"

When the wind works against us in the dark - Robert Frost "Storm Fear"

How the cold creeps in as the fire dies - Robert Frost "Storm Fear"

To arise with the day and save ourselves unaided - Robert Frost "Storm Fear"

Shake dew on the knuckle - Robert Frost "To Earthward"

No joy but lacks salt - Robert Frost "To Earthward"

The sweet of bitter bark and burning clove - Robert Frost "To Earthward"

Give the buried flower a dream - Robert Frost "To the Thawing Wind"

Melt the glass and leave the sticks - Robert Frost "To the Thawing Wind"

That the utmost reward of daring should be still to dare - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

And is not shattered into dyes - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

The trial by existence named - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

The slant spirits trooping by in streams - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

The mind whirls and the heart sings - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

Admits no memory of choice - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

But the last choice is still the same - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

Listened for his whetstone on the breeze - Robert Frost "The Tuft of Flowers"

Some resting flower of yesterday's delight - Robert Frost "The Tuft of Flowers"

Of questions that have no reply - Robert Frost "The Tuft of Flowers"

Breathed as light as a lady's fan - Robert Frost "Unharvested"

Pass out of utter grief - Robert Frost [untitled]

That go blindly pouring past - Robert Frost [untitled]

The opposing lights of the hour - Robert Frost "Waiting Afield at Dusk"

On the rasp of the abyss - Robert Frost "Waiting Afield at Dusk"

In the antiphony of afterglow and rising full moon - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

And lose myself amid so many alike - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

Dream upon the opposing lights of the hour - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

Preventing shadow until the moon prevail - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

Dream upon the night-hawks peopling heaven - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

In the abyss of odor and rustle at my back - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

On the worn book of old-golden song - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

And freshen in this air of withering sweetness - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

That I need learn to let go with the heart - Robert Frost "Wild Grapes"

Ice and snow, dead weeds and unmated birds - Robert Frost "Wind and Window Flower"

And morning found the breeze a hundred miles away - Robert Frost "Wind and Window Flower"

Who lived in turning to fresh tasks - Robert Frost "The Wood-pile"

With the slow smokeless burning of decay - Robert Frost "The Wood-pile"


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