Robert Frost Quotes

He said he couldn't make the boy believe He could find water with a hazel prong— Which showed how much good school had ever done him.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Death of the Hired Man (l. 84-86). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
She would refuse love safe with wealth and honor! The lovely shall be choosers, shall they? Then let them choose!'
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Lovely Shall Be Choosers (l. 6-8). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
He thought that I was after him for a feather— The white one in his tail; like one who takes Everything said as personal to himself.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Wood-Pile (l. 14-16). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
I have a mind myself and recognize Mind when I meet with it in any guise. No one can know how glad I am to find On any sheet the least display of mind.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Considerable Speck."
Such was life in the Golden Gate: Gold dusted all we drank and ate, And I was one of the children told, "We all must eat our peck of gold."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Peck of Gold."
'Twas Age imposed on poems Their gather-roses burden To warn against the danger That overtakes lovers From being overflooded With happiness should have it And yet not know they have it.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Carpe Diem."
Freedom is slavery some poets tell us. Enslave yourself to the right leader's truth, Christ's or Karl Marx', and it will set you free.
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."
Do you know, Considering the market, there are more Poems produced than any other thing? No wonder
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
People are inexterminable—like flies and bed-bugs. There will always be some that survive in cracks and crevices—that's us.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Quoted in Observer (London, March 29, 1959).
Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills. Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw And spread her apron to it.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Death of the Hired Man (l. 105-108). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.