Robert Frost Quotes

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, New Hampshire (1923). These words were found on a scrap of paper on the desk of Indian prime minister Jawaharlal Nehru when he died—presumed to be the last words he saw. John F. Kennedy regularly used the lines to wind up speeches during his presidential campaign.
The land was our before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Gift Outright (l. 1-3). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Road Not Taken, st. 4, Mountain Interval (1916).
When they sometimes Come down the stairs at night and stand perplexed Behind the door and headboard of the bed, Brushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers, With sounds like the dry rattling of a shutter,
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Witches (l. 125-129). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
Did you stay up last night (the Magi did) To see the star shower known as Leonid That once a year by hand or apparatus Is so mysteriously pelted at us?
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Loose Mountain."
So near to paradise all pairing ends: Here loveless birds now flock as winter friends, Content with bud-inspecting. They presume To say which buds are leaf and which are bloom.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Winter Eden."
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Fireflies in the Garden."
The tower said, "One!" And then a steeple. They spoke to themselves....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "I Will Sing You One-O...."
We will not be put off the final goal We have it hidden in us to attain, Not though we have to seize the earth by the pole And, tired of aimless circling in one place, Steer straight off after something into space.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "On a Tree Fallen Across the Road."
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length How drifts are piled, Dooryard and road ungraded, Till even the comforting barn grows far away, And my heart owns a doubt Whether 'tis in us to arise with day And save ourselves unaided.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Storm Fear."