Inside the brain, Two memories that long had lain, Now quivered toward each other, lipped Together, and together slipped; And for a… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
A Stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroomfair. He bore a green-white stick in his hand, And,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The mountain pushed us off her knees. And now her lap is full of trees. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Some may know what they seek in school and church, And why they seek it there; for what I search I must… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
He might have been the dream of a ghost In spite of the way his tail had smacked My floor so hard… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Our moat around us is no more a moat, Our continent no more a moated castle. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The only asylum Was the poorhouse, and thosewho could afford, Rather than send their folks to such a place, Kept them at… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
It looks as if Some pallid thing had squashed its features flat And its eyes shut with overeagerness To see what people… — 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
