I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Trust him to have his bitter politics Against his unacquaintances the rich Who sleep in houses of their own, though mortgaged. Conservatives,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have out… — 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
