Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Robert Frost Quotes

  • ''Come over the hills and far with me,
    And be my love in the rain.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Line-Storm Song."
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  • ''It is cotter-pinned, it is bedded true.
    Everything its parts can do
    Has been thought out and accounted for.
    Your least touch sets it going round,
    And when top stop it rests with you.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Trial Run."
  • ''He runs face forward. He is a pursuer.
    He seeks a seeker who in his turn seeks
    Another still, lost far into the distance.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Escapist—Never."
  • ''Then a small rainbow like a trellis gate,
    A very small moon-made prismatic bow,
    Stood closely over us through which to go.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Iris By Night."
  • ''O hushed October morning mild,
    Begin the hours of this day slow.
    Make the day seem to us less brief.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "October."
  • ''Patience and looking away ahead,
    And leaving some things to take their course.
    Hope may not nourish a cow or horse,
    But spes alit agricolam 'tis said.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Something for Hope."
  • ''"... Call her Nausicaä, the unafraid
    Of an acquaintance made adventurously."
    "I let you way that on consideration."''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Generations of Men."
  • ''Bringing him on
    The shadowy hare
    For him to rend
    And deal a death
    That he nor it
    (Nor I) have wit
    To comprehend.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Rabbit-Hunter."
  • ''Good blocks of oak it was I split,
    As large around as the chopping block;
    And every piece I squarely hit
    Fell splinterless as a cloven rock.''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Tramps in Mud Time (l. 9-12). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
  • ''Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
    But it seems like the sea's return
    To the ancient lands where it left the shells
    Before the age of the fern....''
    Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Line-Storm Song."

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Best Poem of Robert Frost

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 ...

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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

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