my favorite one starts...
There once was a man from Nantucket...
2006-06-29 01:40:01
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answer #1
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answered by Karen_momof4 3
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Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
1. 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
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20
2006-06-29 08:39:04
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answer #2
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answered by dxle 4
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Nice one.
I personall like "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
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
2006-06-29 08:39:55
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answer #3
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answered by Sukhjeet 2
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The Raven, by Edgar Alan Poe
2006-06-29 08:39:18
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answer #4
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answered by Joe 6
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You Shall Be Free
I will not hold you by restraining hands
Nor yet by tears that silently accuse.
You shall be free - like waters on the strands
That come, and go, and tarry, as they choose
I will not speak of days sweet to remember,
Of lanes we trod through April sun and shower,
Of twilight trysts through early-starred November,
Prolonged each twilight by an evening hour -
No, not a word to hint of that or this,
Lest speaking so, your going I impede.
I will resign myself to all that is -
Like unto sands when cooling waves recede.
O while the strength of seeing love undone
Still stands by me, I pray you, Love, be gone.
-Trinidad Tarrosa-Subido -
2006-06-29 09:13:43
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answer #5
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answered by yshan 1
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My Luve is like a red, red rose by Robert Burns
O my luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O mu luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
O I will luve thee still, my dear
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand miles.
O my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
2006-06-29 08:41:33
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answer #6
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answered by simi1808 3
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Possibles
Listen to the mustn'ts, child
Listen to the don'ts
Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts
Listen to the never-haves, then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child, anything can be.
-Shel Silverstein
2006-06-29 10:42:13
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answer #7
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answered by mslady_city.tranquil 1
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my favorite poem is PSALM 23
2006-06-29 08:45:14
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answer #8
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answered by noteparece? 4
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to me the tree
2006-06-29 08:39:11
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answer #9
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answered by lepactodeloupes 5
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