Tone and MoodENG IIA

Tone and MoodWhat is the tone? Mood?

Tone and MoodWhat is the tone? Mood?

Tone and MoodWhat is the tone? Mood?

What is the tone? Mood?

What is the tone? Mood?

What is the tone? Mood?

What is the tone? Mood?

What is the tone? Mood?

What is the tone? Mood?

The Road Not TakenTwo 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 I— I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

All But BlindAll but blind

In his chambered hole, Gropes for worms

The four-clawed mole.

All but blind In the burning day,

The barn owl Blunders on her way.

And blind as are These three to me,

So blind to someone I must be.

Poets to ComePoets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,

But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than

before known, Arouse! for you must justify me.

I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,

I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.

I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a

casual look upon you and then averts his face, Leaving it to you to prove and define it,

Expecting the main things from you.