For, dear me, why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
How are we to write The Russian novel in America As long as life goes so unterribly? — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And… — 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
