Robert Frost Quotes
''The land was ours before we were the land's.Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Gift Outright, The Witness Tree (1942). Frost recited this poem at the inauguration of President Kennedy, Jan. 20, 1961.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people.''
''The rose is a rose,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Rose Family (l. 1-4). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,''
''Summoning spirits isn't 'Button, button,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Witches (l. 7-8). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Who's got the button,' I would have them know.''
''The heartless and enormous Outer Black ...''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Loose Mountain."
''An hour of winter day might seem too shortRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Winter Eden."
To make it worth life's while to wake and sport.''
''She always had to burn a lightRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Five Nocturnes, "I. The Night Light."
Beside her attic bed at night.''
''So by craft or artRobert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
We can give the part
Wholeness in a sense.''
''I totter,Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On Being Idolized."
And did I not take steps would be tipped over
Like the ideal of some mistaken lover.''
''Say something! And it says, "I burn."''Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Take Something Like a Star."
''We mustn't touch them yet, but see and see!Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Gold Hesperidee."
And what was green would by and by be gold.
Their name was called the Gold Hesperidee.''
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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.