Robert Frost Quotes
''Then for a moment all there was was size,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Egg and the Machine."
Confusion, and a roar that drowned the cries
He raised against the gods in the machine.''
''The mountain stood there to be pointed at.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Mountain."
Pasture ran up the side a little way,
And then there was a wall of trees with trunks;
After that only tops of trees, and cliffs
Imperfectly concealed among the leaves.''
''The last step taken found your heftRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To a Thinker."
Decidedly upon the left.
One more would throw you on the right.
Another still you see your plight.''
''All the way home I kept rememberingRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Fountain, a Bottle, A Donkey's Ears, and Some Books."
The small book in my pocket. It was there.''
''Yes, revolutions are the only salves,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Semi-Revolution."
But they're one thing that should be done by halves.''
''As I came to the edge of the woods,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Come In (l. 1-4). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.''
''Before the last went, heavy with dew,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "In a Vale."
Back to the place from which she came
Where the bird was before it flew,
Where the flower was before it grew,
Where bird and flower were one and the same.''
''If I must choose which I would elevateRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
The people or the already lofty mountains,
I'd elevate the already lofty mountains.
The only fault I find with old New Hampshire
Is that her mountains aren't quite high enough.''
''We raised a simple prayerRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Rose Pogonias."
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours
That none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.''
''If there was one egg in it there were nine,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Egg and the Machine."
Torpedo-like, with shell of gritty leather,
All packed in sand to wait the trump together.''
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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.