Robert Frost Quotes
''One foot in each great oceanRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Record Stride."
Is a record stride or stretch.''
''I could stand whole dayfuls of it.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Clear and Colder."
Wind she brews a heady kettle.
Human beings love it love it.
Gods above are not above it.''
''I could give all to Time exceptexceptRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "I Could Give All to Time."
What I myself have held.''
''His farm was "grounds," and not a farm at all;Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
His house among the local sheds and shanties
Rose like a factor's at a trading station.''
''The leaves are all dead on the ground,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Reluctance (l. 7-8). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Save those that the oak is keeping''
''Many lovers have been divorcedRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Discovery of the Madeiras."
By having what is free enforced.''
''The Milky Way perhapsRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Milky Way Is a Cowpath."
Was woman's way of life.''
''And what I pity in you is something human,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To a Moth Seen in Winter."
The old incurable untimeliness,
Only begetter of all ills that are.''
''though smallRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Drumlin Woodchuck."
As measured against the All,
I have been so instinctively thorough
About my crevice and burrow.''
''Hear my rigmarole.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Reflex."
Science stuck a pole
Down a likely hole
And he got it bit.''
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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 ...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.