Robert Frost Poet!?

Question

Does anybody know any five Robert Frost poems and can find a common theme that relates to all five.

Answer 1

Loneliness:

1. Acquainted with the Night

2. The Hill Wife

3. Desert Places

4. The Wood Pile

5. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Answer 2

the line no longer Taken with the help of Robert Frost 2 roads diverged in a yellow timber, And sorry i could no longer shuttle the two And be one tourist, long I stood And appeared down one so a techniques as i might desire to To the place it bent interior the undergrowth; Then took the different, as purely as honest, And having in line with possibility the extra ideal declare, because of fact it grew to become into grassy and wanted positioned on; in spite of the indisputable fact that as for that the passing there Had worn them somewhat with regard to an identical, And the two that morning the two lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I saved the 1st for yet another day! yet understanding how way leads directly to way, I doubted if I might desire to ever come decrease back. I would be telling this with a sigh someplace an prolonged time and an prolonged time subsequently: 2 roads diverged in a timber, and that i- I took the only much less traveled with the help of, And that has made all of the version. This poem ability that the author grew to become into finding out which highway or way of life to take. He took the way of life much less human beings took.

Answer 3

THE BIRDS DO THUS

I slept all day,
The birds do thus
That sing a while
at eve for us.

To have you soon
I gave away--
Well satisfied
To give--a day.

Life's not so short
I care to keep
The unhappy day;
I choose to sleep.

IN EQUAL SACRIFICE

Thus of old the Douglas did;
He left his land as he was bid
With the royal hear of Robert and Bruce
In a golden case with a golden lid,

To carry the same to the Holy Land;
By which we see and understand
That that was the place to carry a heart
At loyalty and love's command,

And that was the case to carry it in.
The Douglas had not far to win
Before he came to the land of Spain,
Where long a holy war had been

Against the too-victorious Moor;
And there his courage could not endure
Not to strike a blow for God
Before he made his errand sure.

And ever it was intended so,
That a man for God should strike a blow,
No matter the heart he has in charge
For the Holy Land where hearts should go.

But when in battle the foe were met,
The Douglass found him sore beset,
With only strength of the fighting arm
For one more battle passage yet--

And that as vain to save the day
As bring his body safe away--
Only a signal deed to do
And a last sounding word to say.

The heart he wore in a golden chain
He swung and flung forth into the plain,
And followed it crying "Heart or death!"
And fighting over it perished fain.

So may another do of right,
Give a heart to the hopeless flight,
The more of right the more he loves;
So may another redouble might

For a few swift gleams of the angry brand,
Scorning greatly not to demand
In equal sacrifice with his
The heart he bore to the Holy Land.

SPOILS OF THE DEAD

Two fairies it was
On a still summer day
Came forth in the woods
With the flowers to play.

The flowers they plucked
They cast on the ground
For others, and those
For still others they found.

Flower-guided it was
That they came as they ran
On something that lay
In the shape of a man.

The snow must have made
The feathery bed
When this one fell
On the sleep of the dead.

But the snow was gone
A long time ago,
And the body he wore
NIgh gone with the snow.

The fairies drew near
And keenly espied
A ring on his hand
And a chain at his side.

They knelt in the leaves
And eerily played
With the glittering things,
And were not afraid.

And when they went home
To hide in the burrow,
They took them along
To play with tomorrow.

When YOU came on death,
Did you now come flower-guided
Like the elves in the wood?
I remember that I did.

But I recognized death
With the sorrow and dread,
And I hated the hate
The spoils of the dead.

GREECE

They say, "Let there be no more war!"
And straightway, at the word,
Along the Mediterranean shore,
The call to arms is heard.

Greece could not let her glory fade!
Although peace be in sight,
The race the Persian wars arrayed
Must fight one more good fight.

Greece! Rise triumphant, Long ago
It was you proved to men
A few may countless hosts o'erthrow:
Now prove it once again!

THE TRAITOR

Sea-bird of the battle surf,
Lorna is dead.
Black on Colla's castled hill
Ruin is spread.
Weep for Lorna who rode forth
With his king against the North.

Lorna came again at morn,
Riding from war,
Messenger of battle won,
Tidings he bore:---
"Quenchless was the charge he made,
Low the insurgent wall were laid."

And while revelry was rife
Through Colla's halls,
Then the loney warder saw,
Pacing the walls,
Eastward in the morning's greys,
Serried spears in the sunrise blaze.

By an alter in a vault--
Night dripping dew--
Lorna's muffled cry arose;
Bat-like it flew;--
"Sacrifice for victory!
Priest and victim find in me!"

Sea-bird of the battle surf,
Lorna is dead.
Black on Colla's castled hill
Ruin is spread.
Royal seal upon the tomb
Where he sleeps in endless gloom.

I think that the common theme in this is struggle, greed, war and death and how it affected Robert and his lived experience of it. How he seen history being made, helping to record it for future generations.

Answer 4

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