Robert Frost Quotes
''The only houseRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Generations of Men."
Beyond where they were was a shattered seedpod.
And below roared a brook hidden in trees,
The sound of which was silence for the place.''
''These anyway might think it was importantRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Planners."
That human history should not be shortened.''
''Love and forgetting might have carried themRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Two Look at Two."
A little further up the mountainside
With night so near, but not much further up.''
''I have safely trodden underfoot the leaves of another year.''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Leaf-Treader."
''When a friend calls to me from the roadRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Time to Talk."
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed....''
''The way a crowRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Dust of Snow (l. 1-4). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree.''
''I do not see why I should e'er turn back,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Into My Own."
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.''
''The waste of moments sleeping,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "November."
The waste of pleasure weeping,
By denying and ignoring
The waste of nations warring.''
''I detest the thought of himRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Snow."
With his ten children under ten years old.
I hate his wretched little Racker Sect,
All's ever I heard of it, which isn't much.''
''What will we come toRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Generations of Men."
With all this pride of ancestry, we Yankees?
I think we're all mad.''
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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