 | Robert Frost - 1915 - 146 pages
...two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I...drowsing off. I cannot rub the strangeness from my I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held... | |
 | John Livingston Lowes - English poetry - 1919 - 368 pages
...And there's a barrel that I did n't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I did n't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking...the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. Mr. Edward Arlington Robinson thus writes on cider barrels: From one of them A bright pine spile stuck... | |
 | Anita P. Forbes - American poetry - 1920 - 328 pages
...two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I...night, The scent of apples : I am drowsing off. I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held against... | |
 | Robert Frost - 1914 - 154 pages
...two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree A Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. CBut I am done with apple-picking now./' Essence of winter sleep is on the night4 The scent of apples... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - American poetry - 1923 - 704 pages
...two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples : I am drowsing off. I cannot rub the... | |
 | Robert Frost - Poetry - 1979 - 642 pages
...two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. 5 But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples:... | |
 | R. P. Hewett - English Poetry - 1985 - 322 pages
...two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. 5 But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples... | |
 | Edwin Harrison Cady, Louis J. Budd - Literary Criticism - 1991 - 280 pages
...seen in Frost's use of "character" or "print." A model example occurs in "After Apple-Picking," where "Essence of winter sleep is on the night, / The scent of apples." "Essence," clearly, is not only the literal perfume, "The scent of apples"; for Frost, that scent physically... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 1172 pages
...two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. And there's a barrel that I didn't fill (1. 1-6) M That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.... | |
 | Robert Frost - Poetry - 1998 - 324 pages
...Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three 5 Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done...drowsing off. I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight 1o I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held... | |
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My long two,pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it. and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple,picking now. Essence of winter sleep... 
