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Yesterday I was hiking guide on my local mounties , walking with couple from USA. He has 62 years, and nearly all the time he recited poems from USA and English poem writers, someone I never hear, but someone very famous.
And this is part that I ask help from you :)
So he was talking about poem ( USA or English) , poem spoke about heart, soul, dreams, and woods ( nature) ,and those rhyme was famous to me, even They are translated to my language and still have a rhyme.
Something like this ( but not exactly)
before I go up, I must get to my dreams , I must get to my dreams .
I whole night try to find that poem , but without any success :(
Can you help me?
And also: I am not 100 % sure but as I can remember poem writer name was George ( os something like that)
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Erin and I were walking the dog in the woods yesterday and spoke while we were doing it of Robert Frost's 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.
Or would it be
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck
if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
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It looks like same style but it is not that poem :(
It must be world famous: because I learned that poem when I learn English.
The search is continuing : is anyone has any other idea?
Lord of The Rats, thanks!
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Can you help me?
I did a Google search on the sample text you provide but nothing comes up. | |
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Or Houseman's Into My Heart On Air That Kills
Into my heart on air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
TheDawgz you are my hero!
That is poem I searched!
Thanks a milion times!
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Glad we could help you out!
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