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Robert Frost
Age: 88 †
Born: 1874
Born: March 26
Died: 1963
Died: January 29
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San Francisco County
California
Robert Lee Frost
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The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination.
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Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!
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A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.
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At bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone, to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done justice to his side of the standing argument.
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The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
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I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key. And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song.
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You're searching... For things that don't exist I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings - there are no such things. There are only middles.
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Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.
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