Robert Frost Quotes
''Wind, the season-climate mixer,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Clear and Colder."
In my Witches' Weather Primer
Says, to make this Fall Elixir
First you let the summer simmer....''
''To Time it never seems that he is braveRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "I Could Give All to Time."
To set himself against the peaks of snow
To lay them level with the running wave,
Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low,
But only grave, contemplative and grave.''
''I make a virtue of my sufferingRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
From nearly everything that goes on round me.
In other words, I know wherever I am,
Being the creature of literature I am,
I shall not lack for pain to keep me awake.''
''So all who hide too well awayRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Revelation."
Must speak and tell us where they are.''
''For slowly even her sense of himRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Discovery of the Madeiras."
And love itself were growing dim.
He no more drew the smile he sought.
The story is she died of thought.''
''As a great buck it powerfully appeared,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Most of It (l. 16-20). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrushand that was all.''
''Bright-black-eyed silvery creature, brushed with brown,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To a Moth Seen in Winter."
The wings not folded in repose, but spread.''
''Yet oh! the tempting flatness of a book,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Fountain, a Bottle, A Donkey's Ears, and Some Books."
To send it sailing out the attic window
Till it caught wind and, opening out its covers,
Tried to improve on sailing like a tile
By flying like a bird (silent in flight,
But all the burden of its body song)....''
''While greedy good-doers, beneficent beasts of prey,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Roadside Stand."
Swarm over their lives enforcing benefits ...''
''Much as I own I oweRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Closed for Good."
The passers of the past
Because their to and fro
Has cut this road to last,
I owe them more today
Because they've gone away....''
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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.