Y born on 26 March 1874 in san francisco, California to Isabelle Moodie (1844-1900) teacher, and William Prescott Frost Jr. (1850-1885), teacher and journalist. He excelled in many subjects including history, botany, Latin and Greek, and played football. Got his first break as a poet in 1894 when the New York magazine Independent published My Butterfly: An Elegy for a stipend of $15. Died on 29
Y born on 26 March 1874 in san francisco, California to Isabelle Moodie (1844-1900) teacher, and William Prescott Frost Jr. (1850-1885), teacher and journalist. He excelled in many subjects including history, botany, Latin and Greek, and played football. Got his first break as a poet in 1894 when the New York magazine Independent published My Butterfly: An Elegy for a stipend of $15. Died on 29
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Y born on 26 March 1874 in san francisco, California to Isabelle Moodie (1844-1900) teacher, and William Prescott Frost Jr. (1850-1885), teacher and journalist. He excelled in many subjects including history, botany, Latin and Greek, and played football. Got his first break as a poet in 1894 when the New York magazine Independent published My Butterfly: An Elegy for a stipend of $15. Died on 29
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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 IȄ I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.