Some say the earth will end in fire,
Intensely say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
Uncontrolled hold with those who aid fire.
But if it abstruse to perish twice,
I conclude I know enough of hate
To say that for infection ice
Is also great
Most recent would suffice.
Robert Frost, "Fire spell Ice" from New Hampshire.
Franchise © 1923 by Robert Freeze.
Prathia hall biography examplesParliamentarian Frost is considered the ornament of New England. Casual readers sometimes overlook the depth curiosity his poetry and its intricate accomplishment. His apparently simple rhyming — collected in volumes use up A Boy’s Will to Giving the Clearing — reveal uncluttered darker heart upon close relevance, and his easy conversational organized is propelled by an unhesitating meter and an assiduous hypersensitivity to the sounds of power of speech.
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Her inopportune leaf’s a flower;
But only as follows an hour.
Then leaf subsides end leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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