Courage is of the heart by derivation, And great it is. But fear is of the soul. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been - alone, As all… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The sister's face Fell all in wrinkles of responsibility. She wanted to do right. She'd have to think. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth.… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
There are three things, after all, that a poem must reach: the eye, the ear, and what we may call the heart… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all.… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole… — 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
