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
Only where love and need areone, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed every really done For Heaven… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
This I saw when waking late, Going by at a railroad rate, Looking through wreaths of engine smoke Far into the lives… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
It is turning three hundred years On our cisatlantic shore For family after family name. We'll make it three hundred more — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
For months it hasn't known the taste of steel Washed down with rusty water in a tin. But standing outdoors hungry, in… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
As one who over taken by the end Gives up his errand, and lets death descend Upon him where he is, with… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Tis of the essence of life here, Though we choose greatly, still to lack The lasting memory at all clear, That life… — 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 Image
When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
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 Image
And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
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 Image
