Read "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf 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.
Read the excerpt from "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.
Read the excerpt from "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by 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.
Read the excerpt from "Let America Be America Again” by Langston Hughes.I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.I am the worker sold to the machine.I am the Negro, servant to you all.I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—Hungry yet today despite the dream.Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!I am the man who never got ahead,The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Read the excerpt from "Yet Do I Marvel” by Countee Cullen.I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,And did He stoop to quibble could tell whyThe little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die
Read the excerpt from "Yet Do I Marvel” by Countee Cullen.Make plain the reason tortured TantalusIs baited by the fickle fruit, declareIf merely brute caprice dooms SisyphusTo struggle up a never-ending stair.Inscrutable His ways are, and immuneTo catechism by a mind too strewnWith petty cares to slightly understandWhat awful brain compels His awful hand.
Read the excerpt from "Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost.I have stood still and stopped the sound of feetWhen far away an interrupted cryCame over houses from another street,But not to call me back or say good-bye;And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky
Read the excerpt from "Yet Do I Marvel” by Countee Cullen.Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:To make a poet black, and bid him sing!
Read the excerpt from "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.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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