Robert Frost (1874–1963). North of Boston. 1915.
Index of First Lines
- A governor it was proclaimed this time
- A lantern light from deeper in the barn
- He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
- I didn’t make you know how glad I was
- I had for my winter evening walk
- I let myself in at the kitchen door
- I’m going out to clean the pasture spring
- Lancaster bore him—such a little town
- Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
- Mountain held the town as in a shadow, The
- My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
- Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day
- Something there is that doesn’t love a wall
- There were three in the meadow by the brook
- We chanced in passing by that afternoon
- Willis, I didn’t want you here to-day
- You ought to have seen what I saw on my way