Robert Frost
Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 - January 29, 1963) was, in the estimation of many Americans, the greatest American poet of the 20th century, and one of the greatest poets writing in English of the 20th century.Frost grew up as a city boy and published his first poem in Lawrence, Massachusetts. But he purchased a farm in Derry, New Hampshire[?] and eventually became known for a wry voice that was both rural and personal. He also became known for poems that include an interplay of voices, such as "Death of the Hired Man." American schoolchildren often memorize his poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
External links
e-texts of some of Robert Frost's works:- A Boy's Will (http://www.abacci.com/books/book.asp?bookID=2385)
- North Of Boston (http://www.abacci.com/books/book.asp?bookID=1453)
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in the country.
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to find true, sympathetic souls?'
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all folly, and you are right. I thank you, Natalya Alexyevna, I thank
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have any; I must not squander my powers on talk alone--empty,
spoke nobly, ardently, convincingly, of the sin of cowardice and
himself, maintained that to discuss beforehand what you mean to do is
vain waste of strength and sap. He declared that there was no noble
misunderstood were those who either did not know themselves what.
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