What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth? — 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 best way to hate is the worst. 'Tis to find what the hated need, Never mind of what actual worth, And… — 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
Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I see for Nature no defeat In one tree's overthrow Or for myself in my retreat For yet another blow. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth.... — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Tree At My Window Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never… — 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
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Nothing not built with hands of course is sacred. But here is not a question of what's sacred; Rather of what to… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
There is much in nature against us. But we forget: Take nature altogether since time began, Including human nature, in peace and… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint!… — 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
For hard it is to keep from being King When it's in you and in the situation. — 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
