Robert Frost Quotes
''A parent, his gentler one,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Not of School Age."
Looked forth on her small son....''
''"It looks as ifRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Snow."
Some pallid thing had squashed its features flat
And its eyes shut with overeagerness
To see what people found so interesting
In one another, and had gone to sleep
Of its own stupid lack of understanding,
Or broken its white neck of mushroom stuff
Short off, and died against the windowpane."''
''I've tried the new moon tilted in the airRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Freedom of the Moon."
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.''
''For these have governed in our lives,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Peaceful Shepherd."
And see how men have warred.
The Cross, the Crown, the Scales may all
As well have been the Sword.''
''The Moon for all her light and graceRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Two Leading Lights."
Has never learned to know her place.''
''... picking the faded blueRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Late Walk."
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.''
''What if it should turn out eternityRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Steeple on the House."
Was but the steeple on our house of life
That made our house of life a house of worship?''
''Our moat around us is no more a moat,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Does No One at All Ever Feel This Way in the Least?"
Our continent no more a moated castle.''
''May my application so closeRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "In Time of Cloudburst."
To so endless a repetition
Not make me tired and morose
And resentful of man's condition.''
''And anyone is free to condemn me to deathRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Not Quite Social."
If he leaves it to nature to carry out the sentence.
I shall will to the common stock of air my breath
And pay a death tax of fairly polite repentance.''
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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.