Robert Frost Quotes

She hadn't found the finger-bone she wanted Among the buttons poured out in her lap.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Witches (l. 152-153). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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That only needs a finger touch from God To spring it like a deadfall and the fault In nature would wipe out all human fault.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Mercy."
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A poet would a-wishing go, And he wished love were thus and so. "If but it were," he said, said he, "And one thing more that may not be, This world were good enough for me."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A-Wishing Well."
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Have I not walked without an upward look Of caution under stars....
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Five Nocturnes, "III. Bravado."
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Then for years and years And for miles and miles 'Cross the Aegean Isles, Athens, Rome, France, Britain, Always West-Northwest ...
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Kitty Hawk."
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You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent; It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Once by the Pacific (l. 7-11). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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The old dog barks backward without getting up. I can remember when he was a pup.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Ten Mills, "II. The Span of Life."
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Each swung in danger on its slender twig, A bubble on a pipestem, growing big.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Gold Hesperidee."
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'Whoever it is that leaves him out so late, When other creatures have gone to stall and bine, Ought to be told to come and take him in.'
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Runaway (l. 19-21). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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And set off briskly for so slow a thing, Still going every which way in the joints, though, So that it looked like lightning or a scribble.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Two Witches (l. 86-88). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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