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2 days ago · Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail – Ralph Waldo Emerson 🌲🥾. The road less traveled is less traveled for a reason – Jerry Seinfeld 🛣😉. To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself – Søren Kierkegaard 💡👣.
2 days ago · The line- storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain. The birds have less to say for themselves.
4 days ago · 4. Analysis of his Legacy. Robert Frost wrote more than 150 poems and his most famous works include “Mending Wall”, “The Road Not Taken”, “A Boy’s Will” and “North of Boston”. His poems are often characterized by their themes of nature, rural life, nostalgia, human relationships and religion. He often used rural and pastoral ...
3 days ago · The Mountain. The mountain held the town as in a shadow. I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like a wall. Behind which I was sheltered from a wind. And yet between the town and it I found,
5 days ago · And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around. On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall. For a friendly visit.
3 days ago · 100 poems we should know Series | Poem #1 Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. More for You. The #1 restaurant chain in the US, according to diners—and find out the rest of the top 50.
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2 days ago · The Rose Family. And was always a rose. The plum, I suppose. What will next prove a rose. But were always a rose. The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows.
