Robert Frost Quotes

You can't get too much winter in the winter.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Snow."
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She said, "as the light on the dashboard ran Along the bushes at the roadside a man's face. You must have seen it too."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Fear."
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Trust him to have his bitter politics Against his unacquaintances the rich Who sleep in houses of their own, though mortgaged. Conservatives, they don't know what to save.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Old Barn at the Bottom of the Fogs."
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The truth is the river flows into the canyon Of Ceasing-to-Question-What-Doesn't-Concern-Us, As sooner or later we have to cease somewhere.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Too Anxious for Rivers."
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To think to know the country and not know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million silver lizards out of snow!
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Hillside Thaw."
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Bless you, of course you're keeping me from work, But the thing of it is, I need to be kept. There's work enough to do there's always that; But behind's behind. The worst that you can do Is set me back a little more behind. I shan't catch up in this world, anyway. I'd rather you'd not go unless you must.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Servant to Servants."
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What but design of darkness to appall?— If design govern in a thing so small.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Design (l. 13-14). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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"... I only see the years. They come and go In alternation with the weeds, the field, The wood." "What kind of years?" "Why, latter years Different from early years."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "In the Home Stretch."
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Lately in converse with a New York alec About the new school of the pseudo-phallic ...
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
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By straightening out and lifting a forefinger, He pointed with his hand from where it lay Like a white crumpled spider on his knee:
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Snow."
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