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Complete Poems of Robert Frost, Holt, 1968. The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Lathem, Holt, 1969. Robert Frost: Poetry and Prose, edited by Lawrence Thompson and Lathem, Holt, 1972. Selected Poems, edited by Ian Hamilton, Penguin, 1973. Collected Poems, Plays, and Prose, Library of America (New York, NY), 1995. Early Frost: The First Three ...
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 Lathem.
Share. 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;
Fire and Ice. By Robert Frost. Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire. I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate. To say that for destruction ice.
Robert Frost. 1874 –. 1963. 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,
After Apple-Picking. By Robert Frost. 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.
By Robert Frost. O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow.
