Robert Frost Quotes
''They learned to rattle the lock and keyRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "II. House Fear."
To give whatever might chance to be,
Warning and time to be off in flight:''
''I hadn't an illusion in my handbagRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
About the people being better there
Than those I left behind. I thought they weren't.
I thought they couldn't be. And yet they were.''
''We make ourselves a place apartRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Revelation."
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone really find us out.''
''And soon it is neither here nor thereRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Discovery of the Madeiras."
Whether time's rewards are fair or unfair.''
''He would cry out on life, that what it wantsRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Most of It (l. 6-8). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.''
''Coming on such an ancient human traceRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To an Ancient."
Seems as expressive of the human race
As meeting someone living, face to face.''
''Boys and bad hunters had known what to doRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Fountain, a Bottle, A Donkey's Ears, and Some Books."
With stone and lead to unprotected glass:
Shatter it inward on the unswept floors.''
''Here far from the city we make our roadside standRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Roadside Stand."
And ask for some city money to feel in hand
To try if it will not make our being expand,
And give us the life of the moving-pictures' promise
That the party in power is said to be keeping from us.''
''And so on into winterRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Closed for Good."
Till even I have ceased
To come as a foot printer,
And only some slight beast
So mousy or so foxy
Shall print there as my proxy.''
''Pilgrim-manned, the Mayflower in a dreamRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Immigrants."
Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.''
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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.