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  1. To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep. Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery ...

  2. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. [1] " Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening " is a poem by Robert Frost, written in 1922, and published in 1923 in his New Hampshire volume. Imagery, personification, and repetition are prominent in the work.

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  3. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Whose woods these are I think I know. To watch his woods fill up with snow. The darkest evening of the year. To ask if there is some mistake. Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. And miles to go before I sleep. This poem is in the public domain.

  4. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. 49. Embed. Cancel. How to Format Lyrics:

  5. The serene, quiet tone that builds through the poem is disrupted by the return of focus to the speaker himself the final stanza. Frost’s description of the woods as “lovely, dark and deep,” as well as the many miles left to travel, suggests that the speaker’s journey may represent life itself—while the woods, in their darkness and silence, represent death.

  6. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I've got promises. to keep, smiles to go before I leap. I'm going into the woods. They're lovely dark, and deep, which is what I want, deep lovely. darkness. No one has asked, let alone taken, a promise of me, no one will notice if I choose bed or rug, couch or forest deep.

  7. The speaker is miles from anywhere, buried deep in the woods where the only sound is wind and snowflakes falling. It is Robert Frost’s imagery at its best. The poet affirms only three sounds in thick woods: wind, snow, and bell ringing. Stanza Four. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep,

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