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Robert Frost

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     The road not taken    x            texto
     The pasture    x
     Mowing    x
     Birches    x
     After apple-picking    x
     The tuft of flowers    x
     My november guest    x
     Acquainted with the night    x
     Tree at my window    x
     West-running brook    x
     Death of a hired man    x
     The witch of Coos    x
     Mending wall    x
     One more brevity    x
     Departmental    x
     A considerable speck    x
     Why wait for science    x
     Etherealizing    x
     Provide, provide    x
     One step backward taken    x
     Choose something like a star    x
     Happiness makes up in height    x
     Reluctance    x


Robert Frost textos

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;

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,

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.

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.

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