Hannibal
Robert Frost
Was there even a cause too lost, Ever a cause that was lost too long, Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain For the generous tears of youth and song?
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- Robert Frost : Hill Wife, The
- Robert Frost : Home Burial
- Robert Frost : Housekeeper, The
- Robert Frost : Hyla Brook
- Robert Frost : I Will Sing You One-o
- Robert Frost : Immigrants
- Robert Frost : In A Disused Graveyard
- Robert Frost : In A Vale
- Robert Frost : In Equal Sacrifice
- Robert Frost : In Hardwood Groves
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- Robert Frost : Gum-gatherer, The
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- Robert Frost : Ghost House
- Robert Frost : Generations Of Men, The
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