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On April 23, 1965: American composer Randall Thompson marks his retirement from the Harvard faculty conducting the debut of his orchestrated arrangement of "Frostiana: Seven Country Songs" with the Harvard Glee Club and Radcliffe Choral Society singing poetry of #RobertFrost.
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On April 23, 1965: American composer Randall Thompson marks his retirement from the Harvard faculty conducting the debut of his orchestrated arrangement of "Frostiana: Seven Country Songs" with the Harvard Glee Club and Radcliffe Choral Society singing poetry of #RobertFrost.
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On April 23, 1965: American composer Randall Thompson marks his retirement from the Harvard faculty conducting the debut of his orchestrated arrangement of "Frostiana: Seven Country Songs" with the Harvard Glee Club and Radcliffe Choral Society singing poetry of #RobertFrost.
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On April 23, 1965: American composer Randall Thompson marks his retirement from the Harvard faculty conducting the debut of his orchestrated arrangement of "Frostiana: Seven Country Songs" with the Harvard Glee Club and Radcliffe Choral Society singing poetry of #RobertFrost.
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On April 23, 1965: American composer Randall Thompson marks his retirement from the Harvard faculty conducting the debut of his orchestrated arrangement of "Frostiana: Seven Country Songs" with the Harvard Glee Club and Radcliffe Choral Society singing poetry of #RobertFrost.
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I'm late with the actual mid March date, but still:
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I'm late with the actual mid March date, but still:
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I'm late with the actual mid March date, but still:
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I'm late with the actual mid March date, but still:
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I'm late with the actual mid March date, but still:
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https://www.europesays.com/ie/406560/ Quote of the day by Robert Frost meaning explained: Quote of the day by Robert Frost: ‘A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for…’ – lessons on trust, reliability, banking and financial systems by 4-time Pulitzer-winning poet of New Hampshire #BANKING #Éire #Entertainment #FinancialSystems #IE #Ireland #quotes #RobertFrost #trust
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Happy Birthday, Robert Frost (b. 3/26/1874)!
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Happy Birthday, Robert Frost (b. 3/26/1874)!
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Happy Birthday, Robert Frost (b. 3/26/1874)!
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Happy Birthday, Robert Frost (b. 3/26/1874)!
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep” 🌲… but the highways are icy and wide. See how Memaw rolls 💅🚙
💨❄️🦌
💻 👉 https://tinyurl.com/4wysh8m9
#ParksHighway #SewardHighway #SterlingHighway #GlennHighway #KnikGooseBayRd #MemawsCommute #Alaska #Traffic #Weather #Travel #RobertFrost -
The woods are lovely, dark and deep” 🌲… but the highways are icy and wide. See how Memaw rolls 💅🚙
💨❄️🦌
💻 👉 https://tinyurl.com/4wysh8m9
#ParksHighway #SewardHighway #SterlingHighway #GlennHighway #KnikGooseBayRd #MemawsCommute #Alaska #Traffic #Weather #Travel #RobertFrost -
The woods are lovely, dark and deep” 🌲… but the highways are icy and wide. See how Memaw rolls 💅🚙
💨❄️🦌
💻 👉 https://tinyurl.com/4wysh8m9
#ParksHighway #SewardHighway #SterlingHighway #GlennHighway #KnikGooseBayRd #MemawsCommute #Alaska #Traffic #Weather #Travel #RobertFrost -
The woods are lovely, dark and deep” 🌲… but the highways are icy and wide. See how Memaw rolls 💅🚙
💨❄️🦌
💻 👉 https://tinyurl.com/4wysh8m9
#ParksHighway #SewardHighway #SterlingHighway #GlennHighway #KnikGooseBayRd #MemawsCommute #Alaska #Traffic #Weather #Travel #RobertFrost -
The woods are lovely, dark and deep” 🌲… but the highways are icy and wide. See how Memaw rolls 💅🚙
💨❄️🦌
💻 👉 https://tinyurl.com/4wysh8m9
#ParksHighway #SewardHighway #SterlingHighway #GlennHighway #KnikGooseBayRd #MemawsCommute #Alaska #Traffic #Weather #Travel #RobertFrost -
The inscription on Robert Frost's tombstone is “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world,” which is the last line of his poem The Lesson for Today. On his birthday, 10 facts about Robert Frost.
https://topicaltens.blogspot.com/2026/03/26-march-robert-frost.html
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The inscription on Robert Frost's tombstone is “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world,” which is the last line of his poem The Lesson for Today. On his birthday, 10 facts about Robert Frost.
https://topicaltens.blogspot.com/2026/03/26-march-robert-frost.html
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The inscription on Robert Frost's tombstone is “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world,” which is the last line of his poem The Lesson for Today. On his birthday, 10 facts about Robert Frost.
https://topicaltens.blogspot.com/2026/03/26-march-robert-frost.html
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The inscription on Robert Frost's tombstone is “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world,” which is the last line of his poem The Lesson for Today. On his birthday, 10 facts about Robert Frost.
https://topicaltens.blogspot.com/2026/03/26-march-robert-frost.html
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The inscription on Robert Frost's tombstone is “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world,” which is the last line of his poem The Lesson for Today. On his birthday, 10 facts about Robert Frost.
https://topicaltens.blogspot.com/2026/03/26-march-robert-frost.html
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https://www.europesays.com/ie/386240/ Quote of the day by Robert Frost on self-respect, courage: ‘Never be bullied into silence, never allow…’ #Courage #DefineYourself #Éire #Entertainment #IE #Ireland #MotivationalQuote #PersonalLife #Poetry #QuoteOfTheDay #RobertFrost #SucessQuotes
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Never tear down a fence until you know why it was raised.
-- Robert Frost⬆ #Wisdom #Quotes #RobertFrost #Change #Fences
⬇ #Photography #Panorama #ChacoCanyon #Petroglyphs #NewMexico
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Never tear down a fence until you know why it was raised.
-- Robert Frost⬆ #Wisdom #Quotes #RobertFrost #Change #Fences
⬇ #Photography #Panorama #ChacoCanyon #Petroglyphs #NewMexico
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Never tear down a fence until you know why it was raised.
-- Robert Frost⬆ #Wisdom #Quotes #RobertFrost #Change #Fences
⬇ #Photography #Panorama #ChacoCanyon #Petroglyphs #NewMexico
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Never tear down a fence until you know why it was raised.
-- Robert Frost⬆ #Wisdom #Quotes #RobertFrost #Change #Fences
⬇ #Photography #Panorama #ChacoCanyon #Petroglyphs #NewMexico
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Never tear down a fence until you know why it was raised.
-- Robert Frost⬆ #Wisdom #Quotes #RobertFrost #Change #Fences
⬇ #Photography #Panorama #ChacoCanyon #Petroglyphs #NewMexico
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The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock treeHas given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.– Robert Frost, “Dust of Snow”
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RE: https://mastodon.social/@gutenberg_new/116152704416512128
Produced this one. #RobertFrost short biography.
The 1930 volume of collected poetry of Frost is also on its way to Gutenberg soon, with my participation on #DistributedProofreaders
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While you heed the official winter storm warnings this weekend, remember to accept and enjoy the change in scenery.
I heard this song for the first time recently, performed live... It's one of those pieces where the ending is so beautifully quiet that the audience momentarily revels in the emerging silence before applauding.
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Eric Whitacre, words by Robert Frost.
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Literary ass bumper sticker idea: "i side with those who favor fire"
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Literary ass bumper sticker idea: "i side with those who favor fire"
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Literary ass bumper sticker idea: "i side with those who favor fire"
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Literary ass bumper sticker idea: "i side with those who favor fire"
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Literary ass bumper sticker idea: "i side with those who favor fire"
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3 simple words that helped Robert Frost stay resilient through a lifetime of anxiety and depression
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3 simple words that helped Robert Frost stay resilient through a lifetime of anxiety and depression
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3 simple words that helped Robert Frost stay resilient through a lifetime of anxiety and depression
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3 simple words that helped Robert Frost stay resilient through a lifetime of anxiety and depression
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Mending Wall by #RobertFrost.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours." -
Mending Wall by #RobertFrost.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours." -
Mending Wall by #RobertFrost.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."
