Robert Frost Quotes

Where my imaginary line Bends square in woods, an iron spine And pile of real rocks have been founded.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Beech."
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Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs Better than all the stalemate an's and ifs.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "For John F. Kennedy His Inauguration."
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Spirit enters flesh And for all it's worth Charges into earth In birth after birth Ever fresh and fresh.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
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You linger your little hour and are gone, And still the woods sweep leafily on....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On Going Unnoticed."
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For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns ...
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Armful."
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One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the birds come round the house To seem to say good-by;
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Hill Wife (l. 1-4). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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"I wanted there should be some there next year." "Of course you did. You left the rest for seed, And for the backwoods woodchuck. You're the girl! A Ram's Horn orchid seedpod for a woodchuck Sounds something like. Better than farmer's beans To a discriminating appetite...."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."
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Some say existence like a Pirouot And Pirouette, forever in one place, Stands still and dances, but it runs away; It seriously, sadly, runs away To fill the abyss's void with emptiness.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. West-running Brook (l. 50-54). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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You mean about success, And how by its own logic it concentrates All wealth and power in too few hands?
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
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Thus truth's established and borne out, Though circumstanced with dark and doubt— Though by a world of doubt surrounded.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Beech."
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