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The Road Not Taken. In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! I doubted if I should ever come back. And that has made all the difference. 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….
- Robert Frost
And, indeed, the title of the poem hovers over it like a...
- Robert Frost
The Dash Poem Verses. I read of a man who stood to speak. At the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone. From the beginning to the end. He noted that first came her date of her birth. And spoke the following date with tears, But she said what mattered most of all. Was the dash between those years.
by Robert Frost. 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; ly about the same,And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step. had trodden black. Oh, I kept the fir. t for another day! Yet knowing how w. y ...
group's songs and also recorded the musical comedy/poetry album McGough and McGear. McGough was also responsible for much of the humorous dialogue in The Beatles' animated film, Yellow Submarine, although he did not receive an on-screen credit. At about the same time a selection of his poems was published, along with
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I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning…to the end. He noted that first came the date of birth
Dash-Poem-Printable. by Linda Ellis read of a man who stood to speak at a funeral Of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning...to the end. He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most Of all was the dash between those gears. ror that dash re ...
Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbour know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again.
