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  1. Mountain Interval is a 1916 poetry collection written by American poet Robert Frost. Published by Henry Holt, it is Frost's third poetic volume. Background. The book was republished in 1920, and after making several alterations in the sequencing of the collection, Frost released a new edition in 1924. [citation needed] .

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  2. Jul 7, 2009 · Motley and Other Poems. Collected Poems 1901-1918. 2 Vols. Robert Frost’s. North of Boston. Mountain Interval. New Edition, with Portrait. A Boy’s Will . Carl Sandburg’s. Cornhuskers. Chicago Poems . Lew Sarrett’s. Many Many Moons . Louis Untermeyer’s. These Times---- and Other Poets. Poems of Heinrich Heine (Translated) The New Era ...

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  4. "The Road Not Taken" is a narrative poem by Robert Frost, first published in the August 1915 issue of the Atlantic Monthly, and later published as the first poem in the 1916 poetry collection, Mountain Interval. Its central theme is the divergence of paths, both literally and figuratively, although its interpretation is noted for being complex ...

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  6. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both. And be one traveler, long I stood. And looked down one as far as I could. To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there.

  7. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both. And be one traveler, long I stood. And looked down one as far as I could. To where it bent in the undergrowth … In his description of the trees, Frost uses one detail—the yellow leaves—and makes it emblematic of the entire forest.

  8. Jul 10, 2021 · Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both. And be one traveler, long I stood. And looked down one as far as I could. To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there.

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