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Noyce, Robert Norton
(Encyclopedia) Noyce, Robert NortonNoyce, Robert Nortonnois [key], 1927–90, American engineer, inventor, and entrepeneur, b. Burlington, Iowa.; grad. Grinnell College (B.A., 1949), Massachusetts…McNamara, Robert Strange
(Encyclopedia) McNamara, Robert StrangeMcNamara, Robert Strangemăkˈnəmârˌə [key], 1916–2009, U.S. secretary of defense (1961–68), b. San Francisco, grad Univ. of California, Berkeley (B.A., 1937),…Mugabe, Robert Gabriel
(Encyclopedia) Mugabe, Robert GabrielMugabe, Robert Gabrielm&oomacr;gäˈbē, –bā [key], 1924–2019, president of Zimbabwe (1987–2017). A founder of the Zimbabwe African National Union (ZANU) in 1963…A Boy's Will: Into My Own
by Robert Frost Ghost HouseInto My Own The youth is persuaded that he will be rather more than less himself for having forsworn the world. ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, So…A Boy's Will: A Prayer in Spring
by Robert Frost To the Thawing WindFlower-gatheringA Prayer in Spring He discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking thoughts; OH, give us pleasure in the flowers…A Boy's Will: Flower-gathering
by Robert Frost A Prayer in SpringRose PogoniasFlower-gathering nor yet in any spur it may be to ambition. I LEFT you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside…A Boy's Will: Rose Pogonias
by Robert Frost Flower-gatheringAsking for RosesRose Pogonias He is no dissenter from the ritualism of nature; A SATURATED meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider…A Boy's Will: Asking for Roses
by Robert Frost Rose PogoniasWaitingAsking for Roses nor from the ritualism of youth which is make-believe. A HOUSE that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but…A Boy's Will: Waiting
by Robert Frost Asking for RosesIn a ValeWaiting Afield at Dusk He arrives at the turn of the year. WHAT things for dream there are when spectre-like, Moving among tall haycocks lightly…A Boy's Will: In a Vale
by Robert Frost WaitingA Dream PangIn a Vale Out of old longings he fashions a story. WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale By a misty fen that rang all night, And thus it was the…