Robert Frost Quotes
''I call her old. She has one familyRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
Whose claim is good to being settled here
Before the era of colonization,
And before that of exploration even.
John Smith remarked them as he coasted by....''
''What is this talked-of mystery of birthRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Riders.
But being mounted bareback on the earth?''
''So people and things don't pair anymoreRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Door in the Dark."
With what they used to pair with before.''
''He thought he kept the universe alone;''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Most of It (l. 1). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
''You made the eolith, you grew the bone,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To an Ancient."
The second more peculiarly your own,
And likely to have been enough alone.''
''"For God's sake, aren't you fond of viewing nature?Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Fountain, a Bottle, A Donkey's Ears, and Some Books."
You don't like nature. All you like is books...."''
''No, in country money, the country scale of gain,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Roadside Stand."
The requisite lift of spirit has never been found....''
''Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Cluster of Faith, In the Clearing (1962).
And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.''
''The thing was to get now and then elated.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "In a Glass of Cider."
''And they lie like wedges,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
Thick end to thin end and thin end to thick end,
And are a figure of the way the strong
Of mind and strong of arm should fit together,
One thick where one is thin and vice versa.''
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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 ...
After Apple Picking
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight