Robert Frost Quotes

Behind her was confusion in the room, Of chairs turned upside down to sit like people In other chairs, and something, come to look, For every room a house has parlor, bedroom, And dining room thrown pell-mell in the kitchen.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "In the Home Stretch."
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He was too young to go, Not over four or so.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Not of School Age."
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"... But let's forgive him. We've had a share in one night of his life. What'll you bet he ever calls again?"
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Snow."
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At anchor she rides the sunny sod, As full to the gunnel of flowers growing As ever she turned her home with cod From Georges Bank when winds were blowing.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Flower Boat."
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I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Pasture (l. 5-8). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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An irresponsible divinity Presuming on her femininity ...
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Two Leading Lights."
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"Don't touch me, please I say, don't touch me, please. I'll not be put to bed by you, my man." "Just as you say. Have it your own way, then. 'My man is it?' You talk like a professor...."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Hundred Collars."
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Such as even poets would admit perforce More practical than Pegasus the horse If it could put a star back in its course.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Star in a Stoneboat."
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And so with homesickness in many ways We sought however crudely to defeat Our chance of being people newly born.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Does No One at All Ever Feel This Way in the Least?"
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When there was no more lantern in the kitchen, The fire got out through crannies in the stove And danced in yellow wrigglers on the ceiling, As much at home as if they'd always danced there.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "In the Home Stretch."
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