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“Happiness Makes Up in Height For What It Lacks in Length Oh, stormy stormy world, The days you were not swirled Around with mist and cloud, Or wrapped as in a shroud, And the sun’s brilliant ball Was not in part or all Obscured from mortal view— Were days so very few I can but wonder whence I get the lasting sense Of so much warmth and light. If my mistrust is right It may be altogether From one day’s perfect weather, When starting clear at dawn, The day swept clearly on To finish clear at eve. I verily believe My fair impression may Be all from that one day No shadow crossed but ours As through its blazing flowers We went from house to wood For change of solitude.”

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The poetry of Robert Frost

This book presents a curated selection of Robert Frost's most celebrated works, reflecting his deep engagement with nature, rural life, and the complexities of human experience. Frost's poetry is characterized by its conversational tone, vivid imagery, and philosophical depth, making it a cornerstone of American literature. more

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Robert Frost
Robert Frost

Robert Frost, born on March 26, 1874, and died on January 29, 1963, was one of the most renowned poets of the 20th century in the United States. He is known for his profound philosophy and unique poetic style, which often explores themes such as nature, life, and morality. more

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