Poetic Openings : Robert Frost to Robert Frost

Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Line-gang, The : First Line : Here come the line-gang pioneering by,
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Lockless Door, The : First Line : It went many years,
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Lodged : First Line : The rain to the wind said,
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Love And A Question : First Line : A stranger came to the door at eve,
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Meeting And Passing : First Line : As I went down the hill along the wall

Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Mending Wall : First Line : Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Misgiving : First Line : All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!'
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Mountain, The : First Line : The mountain held the town as in a shadow
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : Mowing : First Line : There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
Poet : Robert Frost : Poem : My Butterfly : First Line : Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,

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