Robert Frost Quotes
''Not even New Hampshire farms are much for sale.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
The farm I made my home on in the mountains
I had to take by force rather than buy.''
''"Skepticism" is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, "Well, what have we here?"''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Quoted by critic Lionel Trilling, Partisan Review 50th Anniversary Edition, 1946 entry, ed. William Philips (1985).
''"When was I ever anything but kind to him?Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Death of the Hired Man (l. 11-16). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
But I'll not have the fellow back," he said.
"I told him so last haying, didn't I?
'If he left then,' I said, 'that ended it.'
What good is he? Who else will harbor him
At his age for the little he can do?''
''The Muse mourns one who went to his retreatRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Lost Follower."
Long since in some abysmal city street....''
'''Tis not enough on roots and in the mouth,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Wind and the Rain."
But give me water heavy on the head
In all the passion of a broken drouth.''
''The latest creed that has to be believedRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Concept Self-Conceived."
And entered in our childish catechism
Is that the All's a concept self-conceived,
Which is no more than good old Pantheism.''
''Heaven gives its glimpses only to thoseRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Passing Glimpse."
Not in position to look too close.''
''I'm a poor underdog,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Canis Major."
But tonight I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark.''
''The King said to his son: "Enough of this!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."
The Kingdom's yours to finish as you please.
I'm getting out tonight. Here, take the crown."''
''Artists the minute they set up as artists,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
Before, that is, they are themselves accepted,
And boys the minute they get out of college.
I can't help thinking those are tests to go by.''
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The Road Not Taken
Two 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 ...
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.