Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long as I stood
And look 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 worm 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 many leads onto 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 I--
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.
Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams.
For when dreams go,
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Alexander Pope
A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fired at first sight with what the music imparts,
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts,
While from the bounded level of our mind,
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind;
But more advanced, behold with strange surprise
New distant scenes of endless science rise!
So pleased at first the towering Alps we try,
Mount o'er the vales and seem to tread the sky,
The eternal snows appear4 already pass'd,
And the first clouds and mountains seem the last;
But, those attain'd, we tremble to survey
The gwoing labours of the lengthen'd way,
The increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes,
Gukks oeeo i'er hills, and Alps in Alp arise!