The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
On the bare upland pasture there had spread O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalksa wheel of thread And straining cables wet withsilver dew. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ... — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“My apple trees will never get across and eat the cones under his pines,I tell him.He only says,"Good fences make good neighbors.” — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Who would you be, I wonder, by those marks If I had moths to friend as I have flowers?” — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?' I don't suppose the water's changed at all. You and I know enough to… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though;… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working when you get up in the morning, and doesn't stop until you get to the… — Robert Frost Copy Share
When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them. — Robert Frost Copy Share
“The promising young poets, the hopefuls? I'd name Richard Wilbur, Peter Viereck, Karl Shapiro, Elizabeth Bishop, Robert Lowell, John Ciardi...Leonard Bacon...but it is still… — Robert Frost Copy Share
Lord, I have loved Your sky, Be it said against or for me, Have loved it clear and high, Or low and stormy... — Robert Frost Copy Share
Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on. — Robert Frost Copy Share
It is only a moment here and a moment there that the greatest writer has. Some cognizance of the fact must be taken in… — Robert Frost Copy Share
And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. — Robert Frost Copy Share
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that… — Robert Frost Copy Share
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is,… — Robert Frost Copy Share
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me. — Robert Frost Copy Share
What an exciting age it is we live in With all this talk about the hope of youth And nothing made of youth. — Robert Frost Copy Share
There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know… — Robert Frost Copy Share
