Robert Frost Quotes
''You went to meet the shell's embrace of fireRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To E.T....."
On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day
The war seemed over more for you than me,
But now for me than you the other way.''
''For I have had too muchRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. After Apple-picking (l. 18-20). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.''
''It is turning three hundred yearsRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Serious Step Lightly Taken."
On our cisatlantic shore
For family after family name.
We'll make it three hundred more''
''It couldn't be called ungentle.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Departmental (l. 42-43). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
But how thoroughly departmental.''
''Religious faith is a most filling vapor.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Innate Helium."
It swirls occluded in us under tight
Compression to uplift us out of weight....''
''Anything I can say about New HampshireRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
Will serve almost as well about Vermont,
Excepting that they differ in their mountains.
The Vermont mountains stretch extended straight;
New Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.''
''God once declared He was trueRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight."
And then took the veil and withdrew....''
'''Twas a nest full of young birds on the groundRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Exposed Nest."
The cutter bar had just gone champing over
(Miraculously without tasting flesh)
And left defenseless to the heat and light.''
''The mountain held the town as in a shadow.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Mountain."
''Love at the lips was touchRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. To Earthward (l. 1-4). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air''
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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.