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Robert Frost was a four-time Pulitzer Prize winning American poet from San Francisco, California. He is renowned for his poems depicting life and scenery in New England. Some of his most famous works that won him Pulitzer Prizes were published in collections such as New Hampshire. His poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" is one of his most remembered poems.

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Robert Frost was a four-time Pulitzer Prize winning American poet from San Francisco, California. He is renowned for his poems depicting life and scenery in New England. Some of his most famous works that won him Pulitzer Prizes were published in collections such as New Hampshire. His poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" is one of his most remembered poems.

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winner Robert Frost, whose poems depict tife and sceneries af New England, is a
native af san Francisco, California. lle garnered the Pulitzer Prize far the years
1943, 1937 and 1931 for his paetry collectians. His mast remembered paem,
"stoppinq by the Woads on a Snawy Evening," was part of the poetry callection
entitled New Hampshire uihlch won hirn his first Pulitzer Prize in tr924. He had
the distinction of reading his poem, "The Gift Outright" during the inauguration of
U.S. President ]ohn F. Kennedy on January 20, 1961. Three years later, just nine
months after Frast's death, Kennedy gave a speech at Amherst Callege and spake
af the lass af American literatare apon Frast's demise.

Wnrse 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 Iittle 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. w

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