This phrase is in one of Robert Frost's poems, which one? "It takes all sorts".?
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First,\nIs this the one you mean?\n"It takes all sorts of in- and outdoor schooling \nTo get accustomed to my kind of fooling."\nIt is from his poem called "Something for Hope".\n\n"Something For Hope"\n\nAt the present rate it must come to pass\nAnd that right soon that the meadow sweet\nAnd steeple bush not good to eat\nWill have crowded out the edible grass.\n\nThen all there is to do is wait\nFor maple birch and spruce to push\nThrough meadow sweet and steeple bush\nAnd crowd them out at a similar rate.\n\nNo plow among these rocks would pay.\nSo busy yourself with other things\nWhile the trees put on their wooden rings\nAnd with long-sleeved branches hold their sway.\n\nThen cut down the trees when lumber grown,\nAnd there's your pristine earth all freed\nFrom lovely blooming but wasteful weed\nAnd ready again for the gr to own.\n\nA cycle we'll say of a hundred years.\nThus foresight does it and laissez faire,\nA virtue in which we all may share\nUnless a government interferes.\n\nPatience and looking away ahead,\nAnd leaving some things to take their course.\nHope may not nourish a cow or horse,\nBut spes alit agricolam 'tis said.\n\nSecond of all,\n"The Gift Outright" was a poem written by Frost and later recited by Frost at JFK's Inauguration.\n\n"The Gift Outright"\n~ The Gift Outright ~\n\nThe land was ours before we were the land's.\nShe was our land more than a hundred years\nBefore we were her people. She was ours\nIn Massachusetts, in Virginia.\nBut we were England's, still colonials,\nPossessing what we still were unpossessed by,\nPossessed by what we now no more possessed.\nSomething we were withholding made us weak.\nUntil we found out that it was ourselves\nWe were withholding from our land of living,\nAnd forthwith found salvation in surrender.\nSuch as we were we gave ourselves outright\n(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)\nTo the land vaguely realizing westward,\nBut still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,\nSuch as she was, such as she would become.\n\n\nHope that is help for you!
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frost's preoccupation with inner and outer weather is reflected in the emptiness and loneliness of the winter scene around him. we see the contrast between the stereotypical "desert", usually associated with extreme heat, and the man who is toiling with his own extremely troubled inner desert. \nThe question, "who is frost referring to when he uses "they cannot scare me with their empty spaces"." frost is personifying the barren landscape surrounding him, which one could refer to as mother nature. the classical elements (earth, wind e.t.c), as a collective could be seen as the combined force, "they", that is trying in a sense to scare him, but to no avail. This indignant cry of refusal to recognise the power of the natural elements, is similar to the statement King Lear (shakespeare) makes when "the storm is upon him". He shouts to the heavens "Pour on foul weather", signifying that the weather that "the heavens" provide is minor compared to that of the weather inside his heart. So, does that answer your inquiry?
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It is not a poem. It is originally from the novel by Charles Dickens,  A Tale of Two Cities.  It is the opening sentence to the novel.  The actual quote is: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.   It is one of the most famous lines in all of literature and quoted very often.  I believe the sentence concerns the French Revolution.
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use the whole quote\n\nthe ends justifies the means\n\ndo whatever you have to do in order to get the desired result
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The phrase is:\n\n"Those who can, do; those who can't, teach."
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IF\n \nIf you can keep your head when all about you\nAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,\nIf you can trust yourself when all men doubt you\nBut make allowance for their doubting too,\nIf you can wait and not be tired by waiting,\nOr being lied about, don't deal in lies,\nOr being hated, don't give way to hating,\nAnd yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:\n\nIf you can dream--and not make dreams your master,\nIf you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;\nIf you can meet with Triumph and Disaster\nAnd treat those two impostors just the same;\nIf you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken\nTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,\nOr watch the things you gave your life to, broken,\nAnd stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:\n\nIf you can make one heap of all your winnings\nAnd risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,\nAnd lose, and start again at your beginnings\nAnd never breathe a word about your loss;\nIf you can force your heart and nerve and sinew\nTo serve your turn long after they are gone,\nAnd so hold on when there is nothing in you\nExcept the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"\n\nIf you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,\nOr walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,\nIf neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;\nIf all men count with you, but none too much,\nIf you can fill the unforgiving minute\nWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,\nYours is the Earth and everything that's in it,\nAnd--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!\n\n\n--Rudyard Kipling
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it differs but wat type of poem is it? ballad, elegy, etc.?
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Well... this is more of a lust poem, but he may like it. A woman once gave it to me, and I was flying for days!\n\nO Blush Not So! \nby John Keats \n\nO blush not so! O blush not so! \nOr I shall think you knowing; \nAnd if you smile the blushing while, \nThen maidenheads are going. \n\nThere's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't, \nAnd a blush for having done it; \nThere's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, \nAnd a blush for just begun it. \n\nO sigh not so! O sigh not so! \nFor it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; \nBy these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips \nAnd fought in an amorous nipping. \n\nWill you play once more at nice-cut-core, \nFor it only will last our youth out, \nAnd we have the prime of the kissing time, \nWe have not one sweet tooth out. \n\nThere's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay, \nAnd a sigh for "I can't bear it!" \nO what can be done, shall we stay or run? \nO cut the sweet apple and share it!
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Robert Frost - Nothing Gold Can Stay\n\nNature's first green is gold\nher hardest hue to hold\nher early leaf's a flower\nbut only so an hour\nleaf subsides to leaf\n...?....I forget..\nDawn goes down to day\nNothing gold can stay
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There are a lot of poems out there.  Could you be a little more specific in what you're looking for?
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I suggest that you look up the composer Ned Rorem. He did critique Frost's poetry and also set the poetry to music for voice and piano. Eric Whitacre, another composer adapted some of the compositions and imposed his own poetry so that they could be published, due to copyright on Frost's poetry.
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A common American idiom is ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT. This idiom reminds us that patience will be rewarded, and will help you achieve your goals. An American might say, 'Settle down and be patient, John. Remember, all good things come to those who wait.' This saying originated with the French, and has been traced back to the early 1500's. In the United States, this idiom was made popular by the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in his poem, The Student's Tale
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If...by Rudyard Kipling\nIf you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
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Go placidly amid the noise and haste,\nand remember what peace there may be in silence.\nAs far as possible without surrender\nbe on good terms with all persons.\nSpeak your truth quietly and clearly;\nand listen to others,\neven the dull and the ignorant;\nthey too have their story. \n\nAvoid loud and aggressive persons,\nthey are vexations to the spirit.\nIf you compare yourself with others,\nyou may become vain and bitter;\nfor always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.\nEnjoy your achievements as well as your plans. \n\n\nKeep interested in your own career, however humble;\nit is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.\nExercise caution in your business affairs;\nfor the world is full of trickery.\nBut let this not blind you to what virtue there is;\nmany persons strive for high ideals;\nand everywhere life is full of heroism. \n\n\nBe yourself.\nEspecially, do not feign affection.\nNeither be cynical about love;\nfor in the face of all aridity and disenchantment\nit is as perennial as the grass. \n\n\nTake kindly the counsel of the years,\ngracefully surrendering the things of youth.\nNurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.\nBut do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.\nMany fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.\nBeyond a wholesome discipline,\nbe gentle with yourself. \n\n\nYou are a child of the universe,\nno less than the trees and the stars;\nyou have a right to be here.\nAnd whether or not it is clear to you,\nno doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. \n\n\nTherefore be at peace with God,\nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. \n\n\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy.
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Could also refer to language that has a special meaning in the passage or story.  For example in Robert Frost's poem Mending Wall, he says, "Something there is that doesn't love a wall" - simple words, but very meaningful in that poem.  Similarly, the title of Frost's poem Out, Out is very simple, but highly meaningful when you know the words come from Lady MacBeth's speech with the words "Out, d****d spot ...."\n\nI would suggest looking for words that are particularly meaningful in the story.
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Crystalheart287, I am including an incomplete brief writing that may afford you some ideas for a best topic and composition. In it are found several topics of interest such as migration in search of a better life, a distinguished person, and of course President Kennedy. Think straight,smooth,make notes for research and consolidate into a report. Jose\n\nEndeavors in overcoming oppression were indeed early struggles, which were part of our social American evolution.  Although Robert Frost (1874-1963) is not known as a political poet or essayist, his poetry and lifestyle in my opinion did serve as prime example to the freedoms, which America afforded its citizenry of his day, in contrast to life in America in the 17th century.  Frost being born a Californian moved with his proper nuclear family to New England.  Here in Lawrence, Massachusetts, Frost graduated from high school in 1891, married and continued his education.  Twenty years later after unsatisfying intellectual and agricultural ventures, he moved with his new nuclear proper family to England.  In this atmosphere and in reminisce of his life and friends in America, he soon was devotedly engaged in writing poetry.  His desire to roam far from home became evident of a man in search of his true identity, his destiny, and afforded him insight into colonial American life of which he was extremely proud of and that instilled in Frost the ‘want of write’.  It was by this personal venture that he gained the ability to express his poetry through colloquial rhythms, simplicity of image and folksy diction.  His verses were to contribute a rich footing for American social development and can be sensed in the following passage to his poem ‘The Gift Outright’;\nThe land was ours before we were the lands,\nShe was our land more than a hundred years,\nBefore we were her people.\nThis patriotic presentation is so moving to so many Americans that Frost personally recited it at John Fitzgerald Kennedy’s Presidential inauguration in 1961. An honorable achievement by a political conservative, a beautiful social achievement through literature.
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"Ordinary People" by John Legend ("....this time we'll take it slow/take it slow, oh, oh, oh..../ this time we'll take it slow...")