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"They mean to tell us all was rolling blind
Till accidentally it hit on mind" Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Accidentally on Purpose." |
"One aged manone mancan't keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It's thus he does it of a winter night." Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. An Old Man's Winter Night (l. 26-28). . .
The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt. |
"Just so before we're international,
We're national and act as nationals." Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil." |
"I write real verse in numbers, as they say.
I'm talking not free verse but blank verse now." Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "How Hard It Is to Keep From Being King When It's in You and in the Situation." |
"Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow...." Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "My November Guest." |
"'twas by making sweetbreads do
I passed with such a high I.Q." Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Quandary." |
"Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
Waiting for Warren." Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Death of the Hired Man (l. 1-2). . .
The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt. |
"Give us a good cheap twenty-four-hour day,
No part of which we'd have to waste, I say,
And who knows where we can't get! Wasting time
In sleep or slowness is the deadly crime." Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Literate Farmer and the Planet Venus." |
"The white-tailed hornet lives in a balloon
That floats against the ceiling of the woodshed." Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The White-Tailed Hornet." |
"And yet for all this help of head and brain
How happily instinctive we remain,
Our best guide upward further to the light,
Passionate preference such as love at sight." Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Accidentally on Purpose." |
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