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The Road not Taken by Robert Frost - 1916 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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City Life City life. Millions of people being lonesome together. Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) American philosopher, author, naturalist. If you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a village. If you would know and not be known, live in a city. C.C Colton (1780-1832) English author, clergyman. | |||||||||||||||||
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