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                 Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. 

Early years

Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie. His mother was of Scottish descent, and his father descended from Nicholas Frost of Tiverton, Devon, England,... more »
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  • The Road Not Taken
    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
  • Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
  • Fire and Ice
    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.
  • Nothing Gold Can Stay
    Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour.
  • Acquainted with the Night
    I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.
  • A Late Walk
    When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path.
  • A Question
    A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.
  • A Minor Bird
    I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door
  • A Soldier
    He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust. If we who sight along it round the world,
  • A Prayer in Spring
    Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.
  • A Time to Talk 
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