Robert Frost Quotes

Wind, the season-climate mixer, In my Witches' Weather Primer Says, to make this Fall Elixir First you let the summer simmer....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Clear and Colder."
To Time it never seems that he is brave To set himself against the peaks of snow To lay them level with the running wave, Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low, But only grave, contemplative and grave.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "I Could Give All to Time."
I make a virtue of my suffering From nearly everything that goes on round me. In other words, I know wherever I am, Being the creature of literature I am, I shall not lack for pain to keep me awake.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
So all who hide too well away Must speak and tell us where they are.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Revelation."
For slowly even her sense of him And love itself were growing dim. He no more drew the smile he sought. The story is she died of thought.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Discovery of the Madeiras."
As a great buck it powerfully appeared, Pushing the crumpled water up ahead, And landed pouring like a waterfall, And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread, And forced the underbrush—and that was all.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Most of It (l. 16-20). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Bright-black-eyed silvery creature, brushed with brown, The wings not folded in repose, but spread.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "To a Moth Seen in Winter."
Yet oh! the tempting flatness of a book, To send it sailing out the attic window Till it caught wind and, opening out its covers, Tried to improve on sailing like a tile By flying like a bird (silent in flight, But all the burden of its body song)....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Fountain, a Bottle, A Donkey's Ears, and Some Books."
While greedy good-doers, beneficent beasts of prey, Swarm over their lives enforcing benefits ...
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Roadside Stand."
Much as I own I owe The passers of the past Because their to and fro Has cut this road to last, I owe them more today Because they've gone away....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Closed for Good."