Robert Frost Quotes

One sickness of the body and the soul.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Build Soil."
The problem for the King is just how strict The lack of liberty, the squeeze of the law And discipline should be in school and state....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "How Hard It Is to Keep From Being King When It's in You and in the Situation."
They cannot look out far. They cannot look in deep. But when was that ever a To any watch they keep?
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Neither Out Far nor In Deep (l. 13-16). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Never have I been sad or glad That there was such a thing as bad. There had to be, I understood, For there to have been any good.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Quandary."
He bundles every forkful in its place, And tags and numbers it for future reference, So he can find and easily dislodge it In the unloading. Silas does that well. He takes it out in bunches like birds' nests.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Death of the Hired Man (l. 91-95). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
"... Ain't it a caution to us not to fix No limits to what rose in rubbing sticks On fire to scare away the pterodix When man first lived in caves along the creeks?" "Marvelous world in nineteen-twenty-six."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Literate Farmer and the Planet Venus."
I sang of death but had I known The many deaths one must have died Before he came to meet his own!
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Wind and the Rain."
I see the callus on his sole, The disappearing last of him And of his race starvation slim, Oh, years ago—ten thousand years.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Cliff Dwelling."
No, in your rural letter box I leave this note without a stamp To tell you it was just a tramp Who used your pasture for a camp.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "An Unstamped Letter in Our Rural Letter Box."
Any gain Was made by getting science on the brain; There was so much more every day to learn....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Bursting Rapture."