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FROST A busy sprite, Frost, For sparkling and clean Are meadowlands where His white feet have been. The grey wintry grasses, So soiled and so dim, Wear fingers of silver All fashioned by him. The cart-ruts and hollows Are muddy no more, But crisp to my footsteps- A diamonded floor. And windows are studded. With drawings like dreams, Of fragile white forests And towers, and streams. L.M. Dufty Summary: 'Frost' by L. M. Dufty is a short poem that celebrates the transformative and beautifying effects of frost on the natural world. The poem personifies frost as a 'busy sprite,' emphasizing its ability to create a sparkling and clean landscape wherever it touches. The meadowlands, once dull and dirty, become pristine and radiant when touched by frost. The frost's presence is described as leaving behind a trail of white footprints. The poem goes on to depict how frost transforms other elements of the winter landscape. Grey, soiled grasses are adorned with delicate silver ...

THE COMING OF WINTER The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Oft wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere, Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn  leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying guest, and to the rabbit's  tread; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-tops calls the crow through all the gloomy day. The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as  falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are sti...

STALKY JACK I knew a boy who took long walks, Who lived on beans and ate the stalks; In the Giants' Country he lost his way; They kept him there for a year and a day. But he has not been the same boy since An alteration he did evince; For you may suppose that he underwent A change in his notions of extent! He looks with contempt on a nice high door, And tries to walk in at the second floor! He stares with surprise at a basin of soup, He fancies a bowl as large as a hoop; He calls the people minikin mites; He calls a sirloin a couple of bites! Things having come to these pretty passes, They bought him some magnifying glasses. He put on the goggles, and said, 'My eyes! The world has come to its proper size!' But all the boys cry 'Stalky John! There you go with your goggles on!' What girls would marry him-and quite right To be taken for three times her proper height? So this comes of taking extravagant walks, And living on beans and eating the stalks! WILLIAM BRIGHTY ...

 LITTLES A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine: As my small cruse best fits my little wine A little seed best fits a little soil, A little trade best fits a little toil: As my small jar best fits my little oil. A little bin best fits a little bread, A little garland fits a little head: As my small stuff best fits my little shed. A little hearth best fits a little fire, A little chapel fits a little choir: As my small bell best fits my little spire. A little stream best fits a little boat; A little lead best fits a little float; As my small pipe best fits my little note. ROBERT HERRICK Summary: 'Littles' by Robert Herrick is a poem that extols the beauty of simplicity and proportionality in various aspects of life. The poem comprises ten stanzas, each emphasizing the idea that small things are best suited to each other. The speaker begins by stating that a little saint is most fitting for a little shrine, conveying the notion that great...